The Gnawing
by rancelandstrong
At my bones at my teeth at the nails upon my feet. At my stomach at my head, Oh how I wish I was dead!
At my feelings, at my thoughts Every time I takes a walk.
In my bedroom, at my door How the Gnawing leaves me sore! Never leaving Never ceasing It always leaves me creaking
It drove out the Love in my life The only one to be my wife. Every morning Every night, The Gnawing turns out the light.
Every twist Every turn They will find my corpse a-burned. Every hour Every minute
HOW THE GNAWING JUST WON'T QUIT IT!
Oh, well it is just my luck For me to become a nut. Now the Gnawing in my mind Has taken over to be kind. Accepting that there will never be an end,
The Gnawing is now my friend.
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Overdramatic man.Of course I like my own things.
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