Never, not at all, not anything

Dark the day has become screaming for silence to fade,

destiny sinks as fate holds the key to life already wasted.

Each scream I whisper on the wind bears your name,

all sorrows becoming, all emptiness is me.

I feel you there somehow hiding in my shadow,

waiting for the next opportunity to strike.

Who am I without you standing in the light,

so dark my eyes, so cold my heart.

Sickness turns me into pain, hopes falls up,

magically vanishing my existence to life.

I try to breathe, I can’t breathe without you,

my sorrows paint the image burning inside.

No amount of tears to fill the ocean I made,

creation falls into the pools of desire forgotten.

Am I just a puppet in this realm of disease,

lying to speak the only truth I know.

I know nothing, I feel everything,

all at once drowning me in your soul.

Around I spin to lose my way back into your arms,

as I fall I realize I was never anything at all.









Johnny Newell