Darkness is a place I know well,

My vessel reduced to a shell,

Kept in a pretty little cell,

Pretty as always for you.

I call this place my own,

Something of a home,

Alas, my humble abode,

Is covered in bars, though I don’t have a clue.

This cute mask is a lie,

Covering my cries.

I remeber when I used to fly,

But now these chains hold me down, my feet stuck like glue.

The void is all too familiar,

Yet I put on my necklace of silver,

And slim down my figure,

All for you, my love.