When I pray I make sure to keep you in mind.
Every time I get hurt I think of you so my soul can leave my body.

What power you have to slay that demon I’m becoming?
And that so called sword of yours is not only a weapon but an extension of your heart.

I fall deep into yours words and get caught up in your thoughts.
And I become paralyze whenever you touch me then my heart begin to shutdown.

Your warm breath chills when it reaches my cold skin.
And my tears steams before it hits you.

It hurts my eyes to stare at you directly, I guess because of my dark ways.
Sometimes I have to sip my drinks or else I drown in it because I feel overwhelm when I’m near you.

I promise not to let you down in what you work so hard making what we are now
As long you promise not to let me down in what I am trying to become.