If I were a poem
I'd be made of words
That only you'd understand.

i feel as though,
you have a cold exterior
but i can see it
i can tell
that inside,
breaking through the ice
you are so, so warm
but you'll never notice me, will you?

I beat my fate and cheat my grave, at least to have even reached my age.
The beast  i've made I keep, I cage. Has ceased to even speak my name.
I'd seek to claim complete domain of me and all  beneath my brain.

But seasons can change and I'll need him one day to release him when demons are eating my  Faith.
When the weak and the brave have been beat they're the same, there's a reason for it even my evil to stay