Decay

Covered in sweat mixed with blood’s crimson glow, dripping down my jawline's crest 

I sit filthy on cold tiles below, my back to the bathtub, seeking rest 

Inside, decay; outside, a greasy smear 

Each day I’m worth less, and it’s crystal clear 

Each day, my faith shrinks, disappearing in fear 

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