[That eerie music still rang and echoed in my ears - where'd it come from?]
At first it was my aim to get caught.
Waiting for the black to replace -
And I'm finally growing weary.
I do not struggle in your web.
[I knew I had plunged off a precipice into the past. Beatiful - alluring - alive. How strange this was...]
[I want so to be lovely. For him. And yet I suppose, after all the beautiful women he's known... But he does love me, I know he loves me]