Face of death

I died long before I took my last breath,

irreconcilable differences faced inside.

Demons call me to a place only I can go,

no peace of mind in pieces found my heart.



As suffering becomes breathing in this hell,

all is lost, everything I have done forgotten.

Black soul peers into my loneliness untold,

spoken words of life created in my death.



Alone is the image of my eyes shinning dim,

no stars in my sky left to burn away.

Seeing only flames etched in my mind,

no love felt before reaching my end.



Stout reckless and ashamed I fall,

naked burning flesh cold in this ice.

Wretched memories of what I was,

scorching my touch I reach for death.











Johnny Newell