"Alone" (poem) - Updated several times

Alone on an island
with faces all around
they make so much noise
but I can't hear a sound

the music is dead
and so goes the writing
it's all just an exercise
a million monkeys typing

all I feel is their hatred
it's what they do the best
it doesn't matter anymore
I won't take their test

They go feed me,
feed me, feed me
I want to suck your blood
there's nothing in my veins
save slowly moving mud

all they have to say
is I can't find a thrill
but in the vacuum that comes
they want something to kill

Take what you want
I don't need it anyhow
I don't need these possessions
I don't want your sacred cows

They see my things are gone
and smile with satisfaction
now all they want
is a kick from the reaction

They go feed me,
feed me, feed me
I want to suck your blood
there's nothing in my veins
save slowly moving mud