Hating What You Have Become

The things that we do to get into the place we never imagine ourselves to ever be prior to the moment

Poison, the thing that kills, takes one away from his mind, 
The thing that end the past and force new beginning, Poison,
The thing that regurgitate words from ones ears, and into others 
Mouth, Poison, the thing that has one crying blood, shacking with 
Fever from all the negativity past on and on from those who were
Negative.

I can't even look at you now, I can't say those things that I used to say, it just don't feel right

Filth

Road that is abandoned, is a road that will be filled with filth and anyone who walks on filth, becomes filthy