There is a gnawing in here and though I tread gently to mentally take out the teeth that would eat me away,
each day chews me some more,
setting store by the adage,'that no rage is good rage'for once I am right
and sometime in the night I find rest.

I am seesaw and constantly yawing,
feeling sick I am drawing a line in the sand,'til the teeth reappear and take a chunk out of my hand.
I try to repel this repulsion that drifts in like the smell of stale gin,
but I swallow and follow the lead that was set by the people I've met and have passed on the way,
there's no way I can do it.

I have wasted more moments in misery and self pity and spent time more than enough on the streets in this city to know that as more of me goes,more of me shows
and every plan that I made blows up in my face.

It's a case of eat or be eaten,fight hard or be beaten and the path that you choose is one more less to use.

I have travelled so many and many may travel some more and the lions that lead lambs to slaughter are still roaring their hunger as I hunger too,
the teeth are still gnawing as the day spreads its hymnbook and we sing as we look up
to the heavens above,
I sing out of tune because I know very soon that the darkness will fake me to take in and make me a note on the page,a stave or a slave?
and no one can save me.
I am being eaten away,each tiny bit of each day and to pray will not help me,nor pity or misery,
so kiss me goodbye
save your tears do not cry.
I am as I began
and I begin from
the start.