Compensation for the Damned

Alone and cold were my solid feelings
Blatant disregard from the living for
what brought forth my tears
Why not spit on my hopes?

Does it give you solace knowing
I am in pain?
Your answer is yes, but alas you
are wrong, so very wrong

I owe you nothing and that is
forever a fact
I owe you not my shattering heart
for you to devour

I owe you not my optimism for you
to breath hatred upon
I owe you not my wisdom for you to
let it fall on deaf ears

You don't deserve me but I would be
selfish not to let you have a little taste
All I owe you darlin' is my wrath; letting
it feed and grow on your festering spirit

I owe you a little piece of my pain in
return for the daily back hands
My deepest wish is that you rot in that
hollow shell you call a body

All that I gave to you and all I take back
is to say simply this...
I owe you not my soul because I'd rather die
than know it feeds the darkness within you