Gemstone eyes.

As factories work, work, work
in the background my heart
pumps, and pumps, and pumps
fuel into my mind.

And your gemstone eyes make
the rain fall, and fall, and fall.
The rain drops are like dirty
glass, chipped into jagged
little pieces, pieces, pieces.

But the skies are blue
as the castle burns.
No smoke, just fire
burning, burning, burning,
into the dark,dark, dark.

Your gemstone eyes burn,
in the dark, dark, dark.