One hair is flying -  frailly but high
takes heed of phony pile, which built out of lust
no stones, no dust -  just this dimmed mocking sigh
your bed was soft- but your sheet was blended with rust
Defying your earth,
you made it all the way to your hell
and your smiles and your looks-
were working like a spell
Vanished, crown no crown

You touched the blur with a stir
that was praised like lion's freedom
and dined the softness with iron and with steel    
You were assimilated in the night
that turned blood into a kingdom
but those that were slaughtered alive, were groaning still
Defying your earth
you made it all the way to your hell
and your smiles and your looks
were the ones that pushed, so you fell
Moaning, with no sound

One shudder is a lot, but still not enough
Fallen into this pile and vanished, with no sound
The vim in your smile is gone, and your look turned rough  
Sitting in the corner on your rusty sheet
moaning, crown no crown
Defying your earth
you made it all the way to your hell
and your smiles and your looks
imprisoned you to a shell
Stirring sounds - no crowns.