Ball Of Fire

Crack the whip
No! You kill yourself,
I won't melt for money
Or jeopardize health,
To impress an ass
And make one out of me,
I don't breath the gas
Like the rest of the diseased.
Cover me in fire
I'll extinguish the flames,
So cool to the touch
Heart still a blaze,
My fluids have bled enough
But this work is a maze
That has lost me
In which feels like eternity.
With one speed
My own,
A job to do then simply go home,
I care not for the careless
Who talk about assets
but continue damaging the backbone.
I forsee the future as everyday the same shit
Can't help but question was I really meant for this.