Our Abode 'mongst The Stars Is Waiting,

Long Enough For Our Last Breath Of Life.

You Stare At Nothing, Right Through Me,

At Times Resembling The Devil's Concubine.

And Me, I Am The Idol That Would Long

To Caress Our Eyes Until They Would Open No More.

I Would Comfort You If I Only Could,

But As We All Know By Now... I Am Just Thin Air.

Unaware As You Are Of My Presence,

You Are Losing Yourself.

Hiding Within THE AMEN CORNER.