Feed Your Soul

Your treasure may be gold,
But my treasure is dirt.
The burden you put upon my back,
Has torn a hole in this shirt.

That leads,
Straight to the heart.
That needs,
A brand new start.

As I drive faster and faster
And the speed of thought is pure light
I try and avoid this disaster,
And block out all the lies.

I feed your soul from my veins,
My blood will not drive you insane.