The Great Unwashed
by Bastions· from Island Living
Crawling further in marrows of the sea
Bandaged this stump, I tore myself free
If I don’t get out Il end up as you
The great unwashed I refuse to live a life through
I’l writhe at your feet for attention
I can see myself in you and that’s what scares me the most
Wherever I am dreams become wasted hopes