3 June 2012
I am a whitewashed grave
Beautiful on the outside
Neat, clean, pristine
Appearances can deceive
I'm full of darkness
Of rotten things, putrid, disgusting
You'll turn away
Your stomach knotted
A mouth full of vomit
Scrambling on bleeding hands and knees
To escape, get as far as possible away
From the monster
That is me.
Whitewashed • Opuss № I