Rose bleeding love

Death knows my name in life’s twisted game,

shading my soul is the ice in my eyes.

Left broken on the shores I cried for,

understanding only sorrow in my heart.

Reflection made unable to see my light,

falling deeper into the despair of reality.

Dreams of nightmares taking from me,

who I could see, what I can feel.

Lights are on so blind my way has fallen,

dismay tormenting my visions of trust.

Whipped by the hands of love I am slain,

for what I feel, in what I believe.

Torn flesh revealing the blood in my eyes,

unable to quench the thirst of pain.

On my knees my end starts to convey,

empty I am breaking apart to know.

Tears pour from the smiles I cannot show,

bleeding my broken heart falls to the fire.

Not inside of me this love I never knew,

flowers of death writhing in my agony.

Rose of pain my blood tasted on her lips,

a kiss of life sucking my life away.

Drowning my river my eyes cannot feel,

words spoken underneath of light and death.













Johnny Newell