My Violence

Youth has run out A young boy Filled with hope and joy Aged on the vine Made into poison with time I have listened and heard Every part of me burns Did it for the money Did it for the pleasure Did it for no reason Did it for my ego Raw from the pain It’s nothing to me I can go where you won’t It’s nothing to me All of the chaos I made in this life Blood for the bounty A chain and a knife I ripped though the skin And saw the middle soft-pink Fleshy and helpless Disgustingly weak The anger breathes holy For my violence to be