Sink the needle in the skies,
Stitch your worries to the earth...
I need no inspiration
to speak such simplicity...
So far away, yet we strive,
For greatness...
Tiny drops of wisdom burn like acid rain
While quivering eyes seethe with regret...
Wooden faces hang with sorrow,
Placid, yet motionless and brittle...
Off the coast of astral planes,
I find the secret to my pains...
Emotion drips off placid skin,
Glazed eyes capture time...
The clouds blew over
the bright morning sky...
Down the cobbled trail,
we walk toward our...
Euphoria, drip down upon my eyes
Like the ashes of a coffin nail...
The grass has never been
as green as I remembered...
The eye of flame sets it's sight
upon the grave of ghostly soldiers...