You light the wick and both ends burn. Walking on a razor's edge through hairpin turns. You feel the pressure but you hide the pain, so you're drinking with the devil just to keep you sane.
“She awakens from a dream to a silent room where shadows speak of memories. Another sleepless night, afraid to face the day. It seems so long ago, she shared the love she feels so deep inside. Her love will never die, but still she feels so lonely…”