Laughs and Lobotomies

There is no money in writing anymore, so you say

So if words I must eat for sustenance I will

But stop writing I will not

No sooner would I stop breathing

You can lock me in a cave

Give me nothing but stale scraps

I will write on the walls in my own blood

I will scream when no one can hear

But my writings will be on that cave wall

Maybe they are nothing

But they are my soul

And I will tear out this heart and eat it

Before you convince me to stop