Letters In An Open Evelope.

From scratched old scars come new wounds,turned septic by exposure to enviroments foreign and decaying. Holding onto old bonds the path you dared to walk has now been lost and you now dine with the same kind that at one point disgusted you,failure to rid yourself of this tumour has now made you a part of its rotting habits and it now speaks and expects equally from your mind. You cannot expel the thoughts of your past pleasurable sins cause it was by your hand that they were committed and now your sitted deep in the pits of shame that your eyes waver from the light...and on this they will all look and say "there goes the hypocrite,foul from his own shame."