You Hurt Me…

Rover on the road 

wheels on my back, travelling across the outback. 

Dust in my face is a true disgrace.

Pit 

Pat 

rain on my back

            Pitter 

                  Patter 

I’m sick 

What's the matter?

I’m scorching 

drained,

          set on fire.

I’m sick, you're to blame. 

While I’m spinning you’re standing, you truly are a disgrace.

You are in debt to me, bomb fire that’s a war you started.

My head is flooded, nuclear bombs launched into my stomach, piercing pain engrossing me, intense heat begins…

You’ve made war with me,

  now time you make war with yourself…