The best way to save is to die, You can't touch the stars if you don't know how to fly.
The shine draws you in but the darkness strikes you way too late, You choose him over life and surrender yourself completely to his whims and declare them your fate. The whims unpolished bring troubles infinite and hurt vicious, The pain subsidies but the thoughts remain hideous. Escape,flight and freedom are those craved ways which often call, But they must remain unanswered as betrayal can end all. But if it continues will only mate remain and soul get lost? The weakness of the heart already freedom cost. Let him hear the urges and calls of flee, Even if he pulls the trigger the soul will be free. If you could just say no and let your heart bleed and cry, But now the only and the best way to save(soul,pain and sanity) is to die.