Composition, then decay

Show me your belly
The weakest part
So I can punch through
the skin and use your heart
as my inkwell
So I can use my pen to
burn my brand right onto your bones
I will own you until you die
then I will forget you

I don't hate any one.
I hate everyone.
The whole wide world.
I hate the world so much it owns me.
I am a slave.
The world got me at auction.
As I hate it, it smiles.
Meanwhile, I seethe.
I sweat like a marathon runner.
So just remember, I'm lying when I smile.

I talk about it all the time. I can't get the desire out of me. Of course, I don't do a fucking thing about it. I want to make music so much sometimes it hurts. I love the feeling and the energy.