Opeth

Madrigal

Our abode ´mongst the stars is waiting, long enough for our lastbreath of life.
You stare at nothing, right through me, at times resembling theDevil's concubine.
And me, I am the idol that would long to caress our eyes untilthey would open no more.
I would comfort you if I only could, but as we all know bynow...I am just thin air.
Unaware as you are of my presence, you are losing yourself.
Hiding within The Amen Corner.

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