Broken lines of silence creep,--
Winding through my head;
Memories and Coffee steep,--
Would to God that I might sleep;
Lose your haunting scent and keep
Redemption in my bed.

Breathing in your toxic spell
May yet murder me;
Burnt cigarettes and Time will tell,--
And the tolling of the bell
Announcing one more soul who fell
Into Eternity.

Travis Shillington
2-8-07