Friday, 29 October 2010


Like barbed wire dragged across my skin

Like feeling my flesh being peeled back

The agony screeches deep into my heart

The agony of if I was ever to lose you

My feelings would be putrid and rotten

They would decay and become a corpse

And have maggots feasting within my nerves

This would be my agony if I was to lose you

Death would come feasting on my very soul

My mind would come bleeding from my head

And my body would be shattered in gothic dance

I would face this agony if I was to lose you

copyright Chris Smith 2008

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