Gothic heart my eyes

Painful kiss left behind,

tested fate by fear.

Tears cried eye shadow,

marks of black rivers.

Scars baring all felt,

bleeding darker blood red.

Alone in what is crowded,

empty box full of space.

Drenched so dry in eyes,

speaking words dreams enlighten.

Doing everything nothing,

head held high in shame.

Breaking waves my heart,

eyes crying gothic love so bright.

Killing the pain with pain,

able to feel what can’t be spoken.

Facing light in the grave,

sleeping until noon.

Uplifted poring down rain,

fall of summer crimson flame.

Black blood heart of red eyes,

beaten to perfection my sins.

Undying to become undead,

lighting up eyes shinning no more.









Johnny Newell