The breeze whispers to make me forget my fear

Fears of this place

Of it

Because while it wants me to stay

I want to run

Away, away, away

Yet when I look toward the doors

Warmed and brown

Draped over with green vines

I remember that I have no place left to run to

For my hearth has grown cold of me

Once loving arms

Now a fearful embrace

When the red mark around my neck remained

And I was unable to tell them where it came from

For in the light of an injury unexplainable

I was made an outcast

No longer would my family

See me

They now saw only what they thought was my mania

So I’ll stay here

Where it knows I’ll keep coming back

No matter how many times it watches me burn

It is the only family I left

This place, this wonder, these dreams

I am terrified of it

Yet I stay