Forgotten lies

Rain quenching desires of old,

resonating eyes of summer before.

Kindling reminiscing love of hope,

painting light so fragile.

Finally held under water to see,

breathing death on the lips of life.

Making sense into nonsense this dream,

visionary lust made to taste the blindness.

Heartbreak reaching out for my mind,

explanation cold in the heat of hellish light.

Dust to ashes sprouting youth breaking free,

skies of painful memories burning inside.

No moment forgotten remembering my end,

death to live this way for eternity lost.

Quenched by hydration seeping into fate,

destiny lets go of tomorrow today.

Nothingness nonetheless forging through,

called by redeemers who forgot their own sin.

Cursed by a burning cross holding my name,

released by the holy hope of mischievous lies.

Taken down to recall the depth in which I suffered,

in all light where love was is no more.







Johnny Newell