End beginning

so I died as a result of my shame crying.

Leaving all things as everything changed,

so weak my life had become, void of all hope.

It felt like I couldn’t stop falling away from this,

slicing my wrists just to feel again what was lost.

I had nothing left to cry for, eyes dried from life,

no love in my heart just this mangled form.

Seeking who I had become to bringing out my fear,

hope meant nothing when I realized I was already dead.

Something inside called to me, what I do not see,

knife already making its way deep into my heart.

There was no way to save what was done by love,

broken man breathing what was for sure to be my last.

In agony I pleaded to you to see me for who I was,

is this truly the way all dreams end up inside of life?

Can all of the days together make sense out of this,

on the floor bleeding out the last tears you allowed.

Hit me again, show me just what it is you love,

taken away from the light to endure the pain you bring.

Darkness now the path you place before my eyes,

was it always this way with you when finding a way to run?

The words you spoke ripping me apart like never before,

how am I to breathe with this blade in my chest?

Your words like a sword pronouncing how you feel,

darker shade of Johnny falling away from my hell.

Dreams are made from emptiness failing the call of truth,

if I was nothing before our dreams, than what was I to you?

Taken from my sleep you rise to show me my end,

there was always a beginning we had to star from.

Beautiful painful colors hurting my eyes without light,













Johnny Newell