The look was in her eyes and to my surprise, she collided all the words i could imply. 

 

No women no cry, who will love me till i die? 

 

Who will fight the demons when i’m hearing all their lies? 

 

I keep thinking of you, the girl i used to screw we fucked our heads with what they said 

and tangled up the view. 

 

Who will love me when i’m high? 

 

Who will fight the spirits when they fear up my insides? 

 

Who am I to ask i don’t hate this temple, but i have to confess i keep hearing endless battles, the swords they penetrate the madness in my castle. 

 

Who will love me when i’m fading? 

 

Who will build the blockade for when the darkness keeps invading? 

 

Who will stand before the devilry? 

 

The blade he swings heavily and the next time i blink it might just even link the ending of my entity. 

 

Will you love me when my brain loses density? 

 

Will you help me if my pleural leaks intensively? 

 

I don’t want you scared i’m just trying to prepare, and build chemistry.