Envy burns with flames of green,
licking around the coal black pupil...

From here upon this vantage point,
I have a clear view...

Surrounded by noise
I sit in peaceful contemplation...

Suspended here up high
amid the fickle cobwebs...

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...