Where do you go when the end beckons you?
When you see the dance of life flitter to its end, a storm of feathers and scales?

Why do you have to pick? Why is this your choice… the jaws of comfort, the sweet cold razor?
I don’t want you to pick, please don’t…

What do you do when the musical notes pierce your mind?
What do you when the dulcet fangs slide into your flesh?

What do you do when the water boils over?
The sweet embrace can devour you, ice and metal can freeze even the sweetest song.
Run away from the choice, baby
I can’t bear to see the wings carry you away.

Wait another year… Don’t leave…
Don’t leave me

I love you.

Didn’t you know? Didn’t I tell you? Don’t fly away.