Notion.

Blood trickles from an infected wound like thoughts flow from
a tormented mind,the putrid stench of a hate filled emotion,air
of decaying,rotting flesh,a dying world around me..violence and
squalor a constant.,pain and sorrow of others touched..cries and
pleas of the many unheard,the depths of my conscience infected,
corrupted,contorted i seek only solace..

Touched by the Love and goodness of others i believe there is
Hope !