Brain

I’m gonna make you old, boy.
I’m gonna show you misery and hate.
I’ll let life steal the youth right out of your very soul.
I’ll give you hammering headaches and raging ulcers.
I’m gonna whittle deep crevices under your sparkling blue eyes.
I’m gonna make you rot away with fear.
I’ll wipe that smile off your face and I’ll bury all of the fun with your sanity.
I’ll have life so questioning that you’ll be searching for the answers all through the night.
I’m your black hole and I will suck every true joy right down my drain.
I’m vicious but I don’t care.
I’ve been given to you.
I’m your brain.