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.