In a pool of your blood I am reminded of something mysteriously portrayed,
left to swim to the deepest pools of something known as love.
Hard it is for me to feel the way I do in your heart,
how thick the blood is on my eyes drenched inside.
There was a way past this passing pressing on profusely,
making all the things I thought falsely imagined within.
Does anything have true meaning anymore,
is there really a way to let go of your soul?
What I sold to the devil my reasons for belief,
taken in lightly my heart crushed by flames.
Dying to know who you are in my eyes,
crying to see, blinded by the pain you called love.
Restless mind wavering thoughts of flowers in bloom,
crying the very blood I swim in under your touch.
Seeing no reflection left out in dreams so far away,
Darklight alone so light in the shadows now dark.
Reach for my heart, I will embrace you,
feel for my love, I will make it with you.
Hold onto my soul, whispering my hopes,
know who I am, feel what I have for you.
Johnny Newell
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