And so she waits, for one more dawn that at dusk won’t turn to rust

For time is all she can hope for, the future that one day sets her free
Of love and emotion
Of her guilt
Her devotion

Her utopian dream of life once again
Spun once more on the creator’s wheel

Maybe this time it will be different?

For the stars that confine her fate
Ruthlessly abound her
Shattered by his hand, inked in their blood
Lies the bond she could never break

For lines drawn on her hand cannot be changed
By mere thoughts of escape

Anything else
Alas, but a sin
She couldn’t commit for hope would be too real

All that’s left is wait
For one more dawn that at dusk won’t turn to rust
And her life will be hers to end