Here, upon this greying carpet
midst the shards of...

Time stops dead and all sounds cease.
Air thickens, cloying and almost sweet...

Thy ruby richness beckons me
within the crystal waiting there...

Sunrise shining 'cross the oceans swell
lights upon the shingles...

If I could turn the hands upon my clock the other...
and move both you and I back to another day...

In want I feel the thrill of blood
drip down my length...

A final goodbye and the last ship will sail,
The white gulls are calling an end to the tale...

What do you see,
when you look at me...

The wheels on the school bus
just stopped going round...

Grey skies and gathering clouds
dampen the brightest of spirits...

Such a small thing, a ring
A thing that could so easily be lost...

Just Another Cut
Glinting in the moonlight I watch the blade...