Wavy black ocean currents,
a beautiful blue sun in the middle of a white sky,
here, there is no time,
my only thought is of you,
on the beaches filled with glass,
reflections of my blood spilled upon it,
I am now one with this land,
my heart and soul belong to the shore.

On hills made of pearls
one last tower remains,
a golden tower upon a hill,
with one little window all the way on top,
there you sit, waiting,
I see you watching
and I hope you die,
I want no part of you.

My world begins to spin,
with all eyes watching,
I just want to drop dead.