I can't let it take you away. I cannot let it rip you from my arms. I cannot let your life be taken by it, by a bliss you can't even feel. Depression may indeed crush you, and the earth may treat others like a princess, but a storm's coming, and I cannot let you join the constellations. I miss you so much already, I cannot see you perish, and then sing those songs about traffic cone people, those hazardous folk, speed bumps in life. You're not a speed bumb, you're my only one. My one and only. The eye of the storm may want you, but I will not let it select you with it's soothing songs, not then, nor now. Never will I let it take you away from me. Remember, the eye of the storm isn't as beautiful as the joys on earth. Don't heed it's call, let all temptation pass. Every form of death has it's tunnel, do not let what is inside take you away. If you truly could not wait, then this moment must have seemed inevitable. Some will say it was. what will you have to say?
If the Lord gave me you so I could protect you from the elements, I will not let the lord take you away with a giant cyclone of angry air. If a God exists, he wouldn't take you away from me with the wind. He'd let me see to your survival, no matter the cost. If saten wanted your soul, he should have possessed me, or made the ground you walk on into a pit. I will fight for you, even if I have to fight the elements themselves. There is a place for you here, and no one or thing would fill it. You do not fill a hole in a tornado, you are not a pupil in the eye of the storm. You are mine, and I am yours. I wouldn't have it any other way
I don't have many more words to convince you. I only have this flesh to act. Out of love. Out of desperation. My worst demons may tell me out of deep selfishness. But I cannot let you take yourself away from me. You may feel frost bitten, but the cold can't kill you if you're kept warm. And I will warm you even in the coldest winter. I cannot let you freeze when I'm warm. if the rain was pouring, I'd shield you from the monsoon.
I'm sorry I kept saying warm, there aren't better words that are coming to mind, but you get my point. there is a beauty where you are. And if you let me, I'll show you it, and we can discover more of it for the rest of our lives.
The silence is killing me, and I'm afraid whatever is taking you is killing you too
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