I Am a Sensitive Person

When you fight until you're worn to nothing
They circle like vultures waiting
To see if I weaken or fall.
I leave a track of blood in the snow like mistletoe berries dotting the way.
Back to the woods.
They will be the ones mauled
I will not weaken
Im fallen.
Lie to me...
I dare you
Ive had enough.
Touch me
I don't think so.
I stand bold in the sun.
I will not back down
Or bow.
They circled like vultures
Without knowing what they surrounded.
Digress back into the darkness
Ill stay in here in my Sun.
Fire can burn you really badly.