Possessive love, a dangerous flame,

Lures him in, like a moth to its name.

Unaware of the peril, he’s drawn near,

A million shattered pieces, his life does fear.



Family, a gift from God above,

Yet his inner turmoil, a volcano does prove.

His thoughts erupt, destroying all in sight,

A desperate cry, “Oh Zeus, strike me with your light!”



Hades, deliver me to hell, for my unknown sins,

Though pain and feelings, he’s bottled within.

The agony grows, and he’s lost in his mind,

A silent scream, “Help me, before it’s too late, I’m left behind!”



Like a hero, someone jump in, and save him from the fall,

Before the pills take effect, and he reaches the afterlife’s wall.

Like media, cursed for a wrong not his own,

Is there a protector, to save him from himself, oh Lord Shiva, make it known.



Love can blind, and consume the mind,

A destructive force, that’s hard to unwind.

Grant him a savior, to guide him through the night,

And lead him back to safety, and the light of love’s pure sight.