( Usually when there's no pictures, it's a vent story... )

As she/he stands there in her cage
Her/his tears falling
All she/he ever wondered...
Was why?

She/he was with him/her.
She/he thought he/she could be trusted...
Instead, they came home
And here lies the cage of graves.

On her/his knees,
Sealing her/his fate,
Then here they come,
A grim smile they show.

"You're my darling. My pet."
A pat on the head,
A caress of the cheek,
Watching their lover unfold...

"I love you"
But they don't.