Gremlin’s Feast

I tell myself
That same old story
But know I now that it’s a lie
And there is no solace left innit

So I try to squeeze some misery frommit
At least I know that feeling
That lovely little gnawing guilt
I like to keep inside me

So my name remains a mystery
The real source yet to reveal
Why I hold this guilt so dear
And the root of misery’s appeal

Dare I face that gnawing beast
Disturb the gremlin at his feast?

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