Trying to pull strands of light From the inky abyss Atrocities that can scarce be put into words Let alone analyzed By this mind With its eternal lack of knowledge Merely chipped away at with bits and pieces Of blood soaked stories Suffocating spaces Love cruelly ripped, smashed, decimated Annihilated In service of the darkness Yet there is some spark A Zippo flame shoots up Cool and smoothly wavering Lighting the genius of your creation Casting a shadow of blue centered fire Across your beautiful smile Effortless flowing passion to fingertips Fulfilling your deepest desire To be "the good man" The opposite of all that drowns me Forgive me for being taken Even at this distance With your dazzling light