Grim caress of isolation, a heavenly cry demanding redemption. Craven endowment my falsehood of truth- breathless despair and vast prudence. Walk with me into the maw of our oblique future... We find ourselves at the shores of revision, to trust in avertable needs. I am immolation, you are a privilege. Shameful ways and harmful words, for a thousands suns could not lumminate these woods. You are without a face, divine and out of reach, a partisan of faith, with a lifetime to be. The enigma of the lost forever in disfavor. Unfamiliar with the now ohh the burden of desire.

Stay; love him in spite of his stumbles.
Honey, people are chaotic, imperfect and tattered.
You'll never be good enough for everyone, but to him;
he sees only you in this selfish, egocentric and whirling world where life is supposed to be lived.
Ironic isn't it? Living the life that is full of toxic beliefs and towards the non-existence eventually;
inevitable death but avertable life.