Muddy Banks

Hey, you, who, me?
One of twisted fantasy.
Deem me alone in fate.
But see you black with hate.
Crawlin' on filth with smile on face.
I see your love wallowed disgrace.
Would you mind my offer of shriveled hand?
No, not restless as shifting sands.
And on foot together let us trod.
These forking roads that we must plod.
As the beasts in us tire away.
It is you and me I see to stay.