What will you say to me
     when your mouth will have turned to marble?
     The screens will show the nightmares
     your braincells create.
     
     How will you touch my breasts
     when your hands will have crumbled to salt?
     You will burn away the flesh
     from my ribs.
     
     I will look through your eyes
     into the the infinity behind your brow
     which will have been molten to shining titane.
     I will look through your eyes
     through your crystal eyes