Corrupted Purity

This filthy, maddening city--
Swamped with the indecency
Of a million sick-minded people
Living a million sick-minded lives--
Drags me to the stinking alleyways,
The darkest corners no streetlight touches,
Where I am consumed by disease
And become one of them:
A selfish, thieving rat
In a selfish, thieving world.

In a single patch of light
A flower stretches past the murk--
A touch of purity among a fog of corruption.
And in my sick-minded stupor, I trample it:
The one beautiful object in this barbaric town.
The last pure, innocent thing I will ever encounter
Lies broken and dead
Under yesterday's waste.
And in my loathsome daze,
I can't even shed a tear.

I cannot blame this city,
For it was me who became it's victim,
And believed it's whispers of selfish happiness.
I allowed it to taint the purity of my mind
To consume the purity of my flesh,
To control my every move,
And only now do I see my wrong
Peeking out under a layer of dirt.
What was once a flower,
Is now only a weed.

And so it will always be.