Take me to the oblivion
Make me oblivious of this tug.
The tug inside of me.
Strings attached to hell.
I do not want to be Angela(the puppet).
I cannot because I do not want to.
The burning inside of me.
Hell's fire consume my heart.
It's turning black dear.
Come save me.
Will you honey?
Please do.
Or are you what I fear now?
Are you oblivious of me?
Have you gone to the oblivion?
