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