When Death is so near
You suddenly see clear
You wish for one last tear
And slowly disappear

As the years go by
You learn how to fly
Slowly decaying away
Teaching the world to stray

You reach from above
So far away from your love
The feeling is so cold
Disgusting and appalled

You listen carefully to every sound she makes
Willing to wait for how-ever it takes
Building a castle of pasture-white clouds
For Her-Majesty's arrival from the lower grounds

Hanging pictures of lost memory
In the halls of harnessed Insanity.