Concealed worlds,
footsteps,
the smell of burning wax.
Why am I here?
Why do I breath?
I can see lanterns in
the darkness.
Lanterns of life.
Young are those whose candle
is shining brightly,
but old are those whose candle is put out long ago.
But what about my lantern?
-Lost forever, as my soul is wrapped
in iron chains.
I need a saviour before i become my worst enemy,
but i don't want to be... A murderer!