Hopeful butterfly

She speaks in butterflies softly imagination found,

painted black in her beautiful purple eyes.

Fluttering her wings in front of my heart’s denial,

withering my soul as light breaks my fall.

Holding in my emptiness falsification facts unveiled,

holding life beyond the fears of her painful kiss.

Scorched in her hands my life undone reclaimed,

under the strength of the wings she brushes against my face.

Gothic pleasures dwindling flames letting loose,

souls forsaken writhed in pain I see who she is.

Butterfly my hope to learn to love once for life,

broken pieces of a heart forgotten by the gods.

Killing light nightshade filling my veins,

wings of a dreamful butterfly in her eyes tonight.

She holds me close when I can’t seem to move,

nightmarish heaven broken by the hell inside.









Johnny Newell