The voice of an angel

At this moment I am unable to breathe,

each heartbeat breaks my will to fight.

In the only place I keep sacred I fall,

into the eyes of my angel weeping for me.

Solitude crashes around my feelings,

emotional ride on the wings of fear.

Somehow she sees me like no other,

somehow I know she knows my heart.

I have broken away from the feelings I despised,

vapor on the lips of the fallen.

Seeing only the hope in my soul,

where love and death sing the same song.

I am nothing without the touch she gives,

taken from my eyes is the only beauty I know.

Torn apart by the dreams I have always feared,

realizing love is more than what I get.

With all that I am inside I give to her,

each breath I steal means more than the last.

A heart built on the pain from forsaken hearts,

falling away into the reasons of absolution.

Intoxicated by the kiss so evil and warm,

ripped apart under her wings so sharp.

I live to love her insatiable desires,

never has enough of what I can give.

The touch so cold on my skin,

turning me on in ways I don’t understand.

She is more lovely than the dead that tickle me,

more precious than the water in which we dance.

The moonlight so beautiful in her eyes,

so bright is her darkness in my shadows.

I melt when she says my name,

so wonderful to hear the voice of an angel.

Bleeding soul pointing in new directions,

taking me to new visions in her love.

I swear when I look at her I cry,

so gorgeous in song her eyes divine.

Making me act in ways unlike myself,

where all else fails in her I am strong.

Heaven has no place for my dying heart,

no hell when I am in the arms of love.

Dying moreover to life already deceased,

my angel my heart bears your name.











Johnny Newell