Better than suicide

This cancer eats the filth away 
Ran from slits so deep so dirty 
Ted the vile the children's bane 
Yes this pestilence this lovers dream 
The flesh this plague assimilates 
The end of all: this slate wiped clean 
Eclipsing devotion with shallow disguise 
They prey on the fruit of the one they despise 
Better than suicide 
Disorder guilds the human filth 
Wrecked from fair perversity 
The wicked frails at touch the ill 
The children frisk in killing fields 
Dark rivers of corrosion flow 
and meet the shores of throes un-healed