i think i know what i did not know
the silent slamming of the door
the naked passion that flaunts the sea
the mirrored image that once was me
but indifferent words that blind lips tell
pronounce the death where now I dwell
a fragrance of indulgence lost
where thoughts of passion becomes the cost
and tears from a broken heart
becomes an ending from the start
as his tongue enters her moist lips
the silence of a solar eclipse
let reason stand where passion once stood
and drain my   body of this poisoned blood