This Conflicted Contradiction Is Merely Perfectly Imperfect.
I will blaze through you like a gypsy wildfire. Igniting your soul and dancing within it's flames. Then when I am gone, the smell of my smoke will be the only thing left to soothe you. 
I'm a strong cup of black coffee in a world that is drunk on the cheap wine of shallow love. 
I'm a savage, a brute unafraid to fight for what I want, and brave enough to go to war for what I deserve. 
I have the soul of a gypsy; The heart of a hippie; and the spirit of a fairy. 
I am; Perfectly Imperfect.