Slovenly Loathsome

There are shapes I cannot describe
Living beneath this diseased soul
There are horrors I cannot envision
Digging deep into these veins

Hiding this will not solve a thing
Telling everyone will not help at all
So torn between these two decisions
Here I stand in front of the edge

Conflicted and confused and catatonic
Beware the eyes that stare and stare
Hold your breath until things disappear
That would be the safest solution now

Fight back with a dose of prescription
Standing alone waiting for conscription
There can only be one description
For this lonely dereliction

That would be a thankless task
Describing the face behind the mask
In this sunshine the sins shall bask
Waiting to break this empty cask

So step back and breathe in deep
As these horrors begin to creep
Thank the gods for eternal sleep
In this place only angels weep