...Unkempt...

In my firm resolve

not to get involved

again you've wasted

my time

I cannot help

or heal

your life

when you've

no regard

for mine

Distasteful charade

of pity played

against the wall

of ill

Yet still you request

and I detest

the moral fib you spill

You attract the cloud

of dark and sick

I cannot stress

how this will always stick

right to your side

you cannot escape

its become too late

to keep up with the lies

of your time

the dis-ease comes alive

burning dark blood inside

brimming with the tides

of your fate