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.