Written on my face is the fear of my pain,
each tears cried a lesson taught by shame.
Unable to speak the tragedy within,
breaking me apart without a chance to bend.
Nothingness fills me empty as I weep,
closed eyes beckoned to feel what I need.
In my shame I cry with you.
Loss felt endless ends meaning forgotten,
falling floating dreams of life unscathed.
Treacherous fear immense light now cold,
no sun to bask in a shadow built in my guilt.
Screaming the silence echoing through my mind,
heart broken by who I never wanted to know.
Moreover my life my death seeks my eyes,
for on the words of my heart my face reveals my shame.
Test me, I will not allow you to win.
Break me, my heart can take your pain.
Try me, in this game you will know.
Feel me, as my heart closes the door.
Willingness slipping slashing wrists of hope,
no love written on my eyes tonight I cry.
Taking back my soul to see what I am,
under the hand of doom I find my way.
Waters touch freezing my will to survive,
for in my shame I will make my way back home.
Lies of love,
broken again.
Trying patience,
try my rage.
Letting go,
waking up.
Seeing light,
facing fear.
In my shame,
I shall rise against.
Johnny Newell
each tears cried a lesson taught by shame.
Unable to speak the tragedy within,
breaking me apart without a chance to bend.
Nothingness fills me empty as I weep,
closed eyes beckoned to feel what I need.
In my shame I cry with you.
Loss felt endless ends meaning forgotten,
falling floating dreams of life unscathed.
Treacherous fear immense light now cold,
no sun to bask in a shadow built in my guilt.
Screaming the silence echoing through my mind,
heart broken by who I never wanted to know.
Moreover my life my death seeks my eyes,
for on the words of my heart my face reveals my shame.
Test me, I will not allow you to win.
Break me, my heart can take your pain.
Try me, in this game you will know.
Feel me, as my heart closes the door.
Willingness slipping slashing wrists of hope,
no love written on my eyes tonight I cry.
Taking back my soul to see what I am,
under the hand of doom I find my way.
Waters touch freezing my will to survive,
for in my shame I will make my way back home.
Lies of love,
broken again.
Trying patience,
try my rage.
Letting go,
waking up.
Seeing light,
facing fear.
In my shame,
I shall rise against.
Johnny Newell
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