Filth

Filth.

Neither drizzle that moistens the grass,
Nor rain that wets the ground,
Can cleanse; that lechery will last
Until the cure is found.

Neither sun that brings the light;
Nor rays that light one’s eyes
Can purify and kill the spite;
Since mind has brought the cries.

To extinguish evil, unforgiving,
means to slay one’s breath;
For as long as human’s living,
his heart is longing someone’s death.

A darting fear — a pomp — a tear —
a waking on a morn
to find that what one waked for,
inhales the different dawn.
Emily Dickinson

Radiohead - Creep [movie:Happily ever after]

When you were here before,
Couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel,
Your skin makes me cry

You float like a feather
In a beautiful world
I wish I was special
You're so fuckin' special

But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts,
I wanna have control
I want a perfect body
I want a perfect soul

I want you to notice
when I'm not around
You're so fuckin' special
I wish I was special

But I'm a creep
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here

She's running out again
She's running out
She run run run run...
run... run...

Whatever makes you happy...
Whatever you want...
You're so fuckin' special-
I wish I was special..

..But I'm a creep,
I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here

I don't belong here...