Laying down in the dark
outside the sun is bright.
She doesn’t hear a sound
inside her safe cocoon.

The blood going away
make her soul in pain.
Nobody can understand
but she likes to be alone again.

They said she can carry on
but she has passed that illusion:
the chains are too heavy to go on.

Inside’s everything so dark,
she closed the blinds:
the sun won’t shine inside.