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
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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