Deep and hot to handle.

Memory and thoughts that come like a battlefield.
Emotions that spill and a tongue on drill.
Averlanche of sweat combusts,tension builds a rust.
Eyes in doubt,crying out loud.
Sorry to let down,take my frown.
Best I leave with my pride of self discomfort,take away my abusive nature, the one is was raised and dragged into love upon.
If I am so , I must go.
Change of a mind, one been beaten over time, how to recover? No sheild to gun powder.
Just Crystal eyes fading into sweet dreams of self destruction.