Sub-zero warmth on planet You
Editing me

One hundred percent chance I’d be puzzled
Morning, noon, and night

Your steady rainfall left me
Adjusting, crash-landing

Unsure now whether I survived
The fiery-attack I thought was your love


Be the well thought of one
Slander thought leaders in secret

Be the voice of reason
Poison the voice in their heads

Be the beautiful one
Tear down their beauty when no one is looking 

Be invincible 
Make them invisible