Twist of the handle
And I relieve my threads...

Silence beholds the gift of truth,
Tells no words nor tainted thought...

Lovers tongues a fleshed bridge,
Martyrs to a righteous cause...

Simple as the sky could be,
this peace exists with you and me...

I need no inspiration
to speak such simplicity...

Here you have left me,
Here in this state of thought...

Twisted flesh encrusted ivory
Reaching skyward to the heavens...

Sitting on the ceiling,
I am thinking; Or am I feeling...

Burning bliss down like a cigarette,
I douse my dreams in sweet regret...

Earthen-scaled liquid rock,
Wasting away moments on the clock...

Locks of silver moonlight swim
Across a navy mirror stained by shadow...

The eye of flame sets it's sight
upon the grave of ghostly soldiers...