Burn It, Or Take the Ride

The night, she consumes me, leaving nothing left, I am not returning home tonight, I am being kept, surely not against my will, it's wonderful out here, she speaks in a tone: soft, direct, sincere. You exhumed me, and tied me to a post, the things we love will hurt us the most, still you are my drug, showing me things I fail to see, but like any drug, you will be the death of me. Rage runs through me, I deem you my everything, from the stroke of my pen, to the songs I sing, from the words I write, to the reason I breathe, you are an anchor for my sanity... Pain subdues me, leaving me helpless inside, I'm aware of what it takes to swallow my pride, so here I am, against this post with arms tied, you bought the ticket, either Burn It, Or Take The Ride.