Painting Love's ghost

Resting, I sleep from the life I once knew.

Dreaming, falls away from the nightmare of Love.

Falling, I slip from the chains of life now cold.

Knowing, all laughter becoming the tears I cry.



With all the hope found in the heart,

I see only one way out of my hell.

Tearing apart all that I thought before,

to make peace within my self before I die.

Death has only been the path of certainty,

nothing as true as this life letting go.

I open my heart to cry out my pain,

drowning under the hands of love.

Opening arms to invite in despair,

kissed by dying lips I awake to sorrow.

Tortured by the ghost of my reflection,

time caught up with my visions of light.

Black eyes in red skies of blood,

rainbow of shadows knowing my soul.

Escaping thoughts I am finding,

painting my heart with tears.

Illusions of desire mask my eyes,

no dreams left to see within my pain.

Sleeping deathly sorrows of light,

becoming the cold heart found in my eyes.

Crying for a second more of this death,

before life rips me from my sleep again.

Tasting the darkness inside of each stolen breath,

falling away from the temptation of lust.

Kiss me Mother of life and death so true,

know my blackened soul loves only you.



Loved, in a dream of life falling away.

Fearing, only the images painted in my heart.

Leaving, my death finds a way back to survive.

Yearning, my soul loves, needs, wants your touch again.













Johnny Love