I don't care what you think

Or if your life has a kink.

I don't care what you say

Of how I live day by day.

Is it me that you hate?

Or is it something you see

That seems to indicate

That you found yourself in me?

Don't agree?

Bite me!

Her hands were like ice on his fiery skin

Eyes shining with the light of the stars

Pressing her hands to his bloody wounds

Healing them, leaving only scars.

Her eyes glowed blue, the color of ice

Her dress blooming out like a flower

Healing his wounds from battle

Without her, he'd be dead in an hour.

His head is feeling painfully hot

She whispers, Go to sleep

He give in, closing his eyes

Falling into the deep.