On a bed of death, I found love

For so long I wondered about many things,

all in life and tangible desires burning away.

So troubled I had become in searching,

lost was my way without any light to guide me.

I tried to find my path, I tried to endure the pain,

but everywhere I looked despair was to be found.

Burning candles with the scent of blood so divine,

dragons chasing dragons in torment.

Serpents and lace before my eyes clouded with regret,

nothing to calm the fear found in my soul.

Each thought I had was in cruelty and fear,

nothing to live for, I gave my life away.

I heard so many different stories about death,

a heaven I didn’t believe in or a hell that didn’t want me.

This wasn’t the case when I opened my eyes,

I was alone in what felt like a dream.

No screaming to hear, no angels singing,

just a room like my own silently lit with a candle’s flame.

There was no pain in my heart or fear in my soul,

I was in a peaceful room with only a bed.

Memories flooded my mind as I lay down,

a faceless name set upon my heart tonight,

moon shinning brightly, stars twinkle in her eyes.

I felt her fingers running through my hair,

touching my face with her lips.

Tears started to pour from my eyes,

joyful moments remembered in this forgotten time.

I could feel her warm gentle breath against my neck,

whispers of a nameless fear of letting myself go.

I was so afraid to feel or let anyone feel for me,

so much that I ended up this way.

Looking at the outcome now I knew love before,

right in front of me always with open arms.

Here in my death bed I find the meaning sought out long ago,

life, love, my everything was always in her heart.

With a jolt of pain my body falls away from this room,

a dream, a memory, a feeling of love found in my death.

















Johnny Love