Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Storm cloud

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I don’t know what to feel inside anymore,
the sun is shinning yet clouds rain on me.
Wondering why it is I know this feeling,
knowing nothing about love and pain.
To feel the burn as the taste covers my tongue,
or how the dream sets in without warning.
So dark her bite in in my heart,
unfathomable thoughts quenching desire.
Wings of black fill my eyes with her storm,
she kisses me as I fall to my demise.
The haunting reality of desperation,
fading in and out of life.
Black clouds holding my head apart from truth,
I see only the numbness taking my soul.
Shadow’s ghost approaching my vision,
embedded within my veins.
Sweet release calling my heart out to pasture,
finding no life in this dream.
Fantasy breaking forever,
falling away in her storm.
Each breath that I take is so cold,
all lights blend into rainbows and waves.
Crashing into my passion,
taking my life away.
The burn that I taste on my lips,
gives new meaning for love.
Snakebite rushing into black poison,
storm cloud reigning over my life.






Johnny Newell

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