Memories piercing my soul with lights bright so dark,
nothing matters to my heart like these visions of today.
Waking to the silence breaking all that is in me,
loneliness falls upon my weakest moments alone.
To see the images before my under her tree dying song,
singing out in sorrow the end of what never was.
Unsaved to fade I fall into what I am inside,
nothingness calling answering questions faking light.
Grim my will to crawl hands and knees bleeding,
scratched by the surface underneath of my touch.
Screaming so silently deafening whispers painting eyes,
tears drying cried moments alone in solitude this crowd.
Knowing the love that was left behind on the petals of a rose,
my grave accepts and reveals the untimely visions of hope demised.
Johnny Newell
nothing matters to my heart like these visions of today.
Waking to the silence breaking all that is in me,
loneliness falls upon my weakest moments alone.
To see the images before my under her tree dying song,
singing out in sorrow the end of what never was.
Unsaved to fade I fall into what I am inside,
nothingness calling answering questions faking light.
Grim my will to crawl hands and knees bleeding,
scratched by the surface underneath of my touch.
Screaming so silently deafening whispers painting eyes,
tears drying cried moments alone in solitude this crowd.
Knowing the love that was left behind on the petals of a rose,
my grave accepts and reveals the untimely visions of hope demised.
Johnny Newell
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