Woorden: Ira!. Coracao.

Overdose...Comatosed...I feel you close, but you're so very far away.
Surrogate...there's no escape. I found a gate, but it's locked so I'm
here to stay...
Yet every wish I have is granted. Every hand is mine to hold and all
the trees that I have planted touch the sky, turn gold.
I could buy the planet if I wanted. I'd make it mine...Yes, I'd unfold
a tapestry that I'd recline in, somewhere we could both grow old together.

Our dream.
Dying eyes...You sympathize. I clutch my prize but it so slowly fades
away...