Glassy Eyes, Foggy Breath.
A Single White Rose, Clasped To His Chest.
An Invisible Cage, Isolated, Alone.
With Just One Dream, To Be Headed Back Home.
Dark Black Eyes, Starring Off Into Space.
With Just One Wish, To Be Away From This Place.
Lips Turning Blue, Skin Frosting Over.
Still Laying There, Waiting For Closure.
He's Given Up Hope, Waiting For Someone.
And Now He Believes, They're Never Going To Come.
And There He Stays, In His Icy Glass Coffin.
Praying And Hoping, They'll Come By More Often.
