Granted you made me with ferocity and fire
that burns me on occasion
when you wither and I tire
Tumbling at a standstill
Should I take it any higher
Bending just for pleasure
and for pain that I desire
Hands at a distance
I can feel you far away
Through whatever power
I don't know that I should say
Promise me the night
and i'll burden you with day
Greeting all the demons
while you're keeping them at bay

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