i’ll bend and break my back,
just to feel i still have sense,
at the same time loose my sanity,
the one you took away from me,
you make me hate you more,
by the way i cant stand how much i crave you
with my metal shields up as guards,
you’ll find i keep a temperature,
so scalding, that’ll burn
and boil the blood below the skin,
you’ll finding your self, in a rapture,
of heated battles.
