Squeezing it out,
like the soul from my heart,
it is just unhealthy,
without a proper start.
I must find motivation,
along with an ideal,
get the proper devotion,
to write what I feel.
And like all harassed works of art,
the critics will just tear it a part,
although I'd rather be stabbed than seen as harmless,
I still prefer that my art is not harmless.
Such is life to have no desires,
but I would rather be the spark to light a thousand fires.