That candle with burning bright passion is dying.
Now I can see is that shadow slowly walking back to that lair.
As the winds of melancholy echoes through her ears.
The silent sound of those chains is all that she can hear.
Slowly walking in that narrow edge
On cold bare feet that sore
The cold wind blow so strong
But her gaze seems unbothered because she can't feel anything at all.
How did I end up here again?
Why is my heart suddenly so cold
Why is my light slowly dying
Confused as she is, she continued walking.
Because all she know is thats the place where she can be safe again.
No things can disappoint her
She will lay there all through out night and day
She will be locked and chained again.
And this time she don't know if she can escape this lair again.
That lair that comforts her during sorrowful times.
That lair of familiar feelings now she's lingering.
She decided to rest there