Out in the cold

Covered in the blood of my creation my eyes,

broken heart on the wings I loved.

Unable to fly my soul aimlessly treads,

on a path with no path to see I fall.

In this feeling my emotions fade into fiery visions,

where there was a place that my eyes could see.

Burning trees to cause my pain to disavow myself,

nobody to claim this love I am inside.

I see nothing but the death of life around me,

with every whisper screaming my fear out loud.

Sitting on the ground as tears run cold,

I am brought to remember what I will never be.

Crying painful lights of a world without love,

blinding who was never meant to be understood.

Seeking retribution in the catacombs of fate,

my demise held down in dismay and false hope.

In being nothing I am made to understand my pain,

in my heart I am nothing but a piece left out.









Johnny Newell