She lies on a bed of blues 

Surrounded by an air of melancholy

Weighing her heart down

 Breaking the chains

 Every attempt, makes her lose faith 

Desperately holding onto sanity

 Begging for clarity

 She wishes to taste the wine 

Killing her every time

 Uncertain weak and dependent

 Silently Fading into the shadows

 Too many keys

 Of which None unlock the door 

The sadness will swallow And Freeze her soul