• It's gnawing. . .
    right in the pit of stomach, it burns
    and twist incisively in... and out
    my hollow in my heart is stinging
    from the empty thought you throw at me...
    it is tearing and tattering
    from the blank words you throw at me.


    It's gnawing. . .
    right in the pit of my shattered heard. . .
    it itches and punctures every angel is can reach..
    its stabbing the sored patches of my heart
    It's gnawing. . .
    from the pain you throw at me...
    It's gnawing. . .
    from pain you hurled at me



    It's killing me..