In her heart she waits for me to come,
under new light hiding behind her smile.
Unaware of the loneliness inside,
her eyes speak of another horror.
I stand here in the winter pondering life,
imagining the death I have always desired.
Eyes shine forth this love upon me,
unexpected visions of meaningless breaths.
As she looks into me,
I fall without knowing,
under shadows touch,
embraced by the cold,
to test the waters inside,
breaking light becoming,
frozen mind devoured,
fears of warmth,
falling to not apart,
making this our moment.
On the stairway to hell she awaits my soul,
climbing down to greet me in her arms.
Beauty beyond beautiful her heart has me,
touched by lips of passionate hands her hands.
No amount of lust wasted in my eyes now burning,
facing love together in a death lost behind me.
Brokenness seeps past the gates of shattered dreams,
kissed by painful smiles my heart sings the night.
Proved to be all that I was seen in her heart,
a reason to live in this fire our love has desired.
Johnny Newell
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