• I corrupt people.
    I spin my tales like a spider's web,
    A writer's web leaves dizzying trails
    On which I grab your pretty hair
    (and rip some out, I'm sorry...NOT)
    and drag you along my terrifying ride.

    I corrupt people.
    I stain this paper on which I write
    With the pure impurity of my mind
    and people love it, eat it, dream it,
    for I stain these people too.
    And my claws sadistically rip into you
    And tear through your skin, your heart, your soul
    Until I find proof that you love it too.

    I corrupt people.
    It's expected of me.
    It's my purpose in life.
    I am the one who can be so sincere
    When I only write what you'd like to hear
    And you eat it all up.
    I write, therefore I corrupt.