Biohazard

The dirts so thick it wont come clean,
All around a haze like a smoke screen,
I cant see you but you see me,
But I might be gone before you count to three.
The waters are totally polluted,
The armies inside my head have feuded,
One side has smothered the other,
The disease it spreads and begins to cover.
Maggot infested soul of mine,
Has painted me in a corner confined.
My vision is blurred no reason or rhyme,
Help me escape these walls I climb.
Im drowning in my own shit, gasping,
Gagging on the vomit asphyxiated, grasping,
For a grip on the soap with the rope,
So I can get clean and begin to cope,
Scrub me til Im raw, an open sore oozing
Unless Im clean I might start losing.
My mind and my life would have a fucked-up ending,
Thank God if you ever see cleansing.
Sewn my eyes shut cant you see Im smothered?
Deaf, dumb and blind the dirt has covered