From the Black Hole's Darkness
Plants can survive not
Without light, my darling strawberry
You can try to push me away
But I'll leave not, my rosemary.
For I know the path you tread
---I've walked down this way before---
You think it would be easy
To use those wings to soar,
But dear rose, just as one cannot
See the devouring black hole
You won't be able to feel the pain
Until it has consumed your soul.
The wings, they are made of darkness
And they seek to mislead you.
Once they have preyed on your heart
You will plummet into the blue.
Dear lily, please listen to me,
This cure is not what it seems:
Yes, it may silence the demons,
And it may muffle your pained screams,
But each step only brings you closer
To the hell you cannot see.
It will keep you in burning shackles;
It will never set you free.
So please, Strawberry, let me take you
Before you are unable to go back.
Let my stellar light save you, lily
From the devouring black.
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