While plastics kept our beauty to your last breath
No science could keep your heart from embracing death
You died an angel, on top of the highest mountain
You stole the love of thousands
And your death only glorifies the pain
Of living in a star glazed world
You took that last breath as we watched,
Hoping for the world,
To collapse with your lungs
And so after all these years kept alive
From the glow of our eyes
Nothing, nothing, could save you from time
Never aging in books, plastics kept your looks,
You spread the infection
They would die for beauty,
They would die for power,
Just a kiss from the heavens
So powerful with your beauty,
So captivating, so ethereal
Your wisdom shines like a vacuum sealed dream,
But that pain, that infection,
Will never find a home in me
You will never exist in me, praise be!
Prophets of delusion,
Prophets of material things,
I don't believe in you