You are the source of my reality; the abyss of this epitome.Tear me down quietly and heal my blind eye. I will need you forever for I feel my soul might die. My dearest, I have become addicted to this love.The great feeling of being desired. Fire and Ice,the stuff we are made out of. Though we may fight and we may play,I am always here to stay. But in my mind that question is constantly on repeat; Will you be my poison or are you my remedy?