Imperfect perfection

Bleeding hair so dry this water reigns,

touched in Goth twisting pain.

Fingers know exactly what to say,

eyes lie perfection falls behind.

Lips losing lust in a single kiss,

father time always on her back.

Smoke filled imperfection my life,

illusion of destiny fading beyond the skies.

Scared to death to love the fall in which I stand,

holding heaviness in what was so empty.

Dark tongue of beauty fearing nothingness,

façade of life already created just to rest.

Killing away seeming less demise,

empathic emotions unable to express.

New life in my heart her hands cry,

flowing deep within my tears this perfection.

Holding we fade to what nowhere becomes,

complicating complications contradictions.

Hearing fateful bliss in grasping tonight this moon,

imperfect I blend into perfection with you.









Johnny Newell