Streets awash with scum, it makes me sick. I alone have the strength to deal with it. I alone. Cracked perception. I lean into the thrum. I can't make peace with what I've become. I alone. I bide my time. I see black and white. Look at what you did, what you made me do. I can't get the blood out, no matter how hard I scrub. Twitching nerve endings. The sin won't wash out.