A little trust wouldn’t harm life,
Still, I’m burning not to the ashes even,
Night wishes sleep of comfort, lies it tells,
I’m crying for death, Deathra.
I fear to end up in confinement,
Who gives me fears to not sleep at night,
I can’t say names; I’m captivated in said sins,
I’m aiming for a throne, Deathra.
Revise life; die in moments; feel pain,
Paper’s taken thousands of me,
And, I burn to run away for a time,
I’m deciphering voices in my head, Deathra.
I promise to end breaths,
Another confinement begins with blood,
I’m preparing, Deathra,
You wear your wedding gown for that night.