What is it the hell you want?
You wish for me to die?
You want to kill me inside?

You think you are smart
You are not.
I can sense you coming.
Coming to tear me apart.

All your damned whining.
Come on, it’s on.
Show me what you have got.
I’ll show you, you have it not.

You can’t handle me.
You can’t “save” me.
You can’t have me.

Futile efforts came from your side.
Do you expect me to run and hide?
I’m shivering, can’t you see?(not)
I’m frightened, can’t you tell?(not)
Dare speak with me again and I will show you hell.

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Chronos, in the year 368 AF.