Your clothes are laced with ice and gold.
Your heart is coated with frozen mold.
In my dreams I see you walk upon a sandy shore somewhere.
You keep your head down to the ground, the wind tosseling your hair.
I call your name into the air, yet the air is thick as concrete.
I used to be a girl of glee.
With an open heart limitlessly free.
My aura used to drip with laughter.
You called me to you yesterday.
You said we had to talk.
I know exactly what you'll say.
Oh, dear sleeping prince of mine, how I've missed you so.
The doctor's say you've one last day, then your life shall go.