Curses of blessings

Alone is the face I am damned with,

eyes of black my soul.

Kissed by death I survive,

what matters anymore anyway?

I know love broken I am to everything,

a curse or maybe just a blessing.

I am shaking inside just to feel alive,

tortured by guilt I am ready to die.

Lights come on but the darkness is me,

a ghost of a shadow left to feel.

Solitude heart breaking by the moment,

holding nothing but the tears I cannot cry.

If there is something to this life, I just don’t see it,

born to die, left to be alone and lost.

Whoever created me is a motherfucker,

I curse the very essence of my life.

I didn’t ask to feel anything like this,

so why do I suffer just to save face?

New year approaching in my eyes bleeding death,

a heart I now have, a pain I now know.

I don’t want to be this person I am today,

yet somehow, someway, I am destined to fail.

If I always hid my heart it was for this purpose,

so weak, so frail, so broken by love.













Johnny Newell