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.