Drowning death

Searching for a reason to live,

letting go of holding onto everything.

In a bathtub filled with my blood,

my life paints its story inside.

No love known by this emptiness,

cadaverous dream coming to life.

Tears never falling into my eyes,

no way to be broken anymore.

Giving up on the very thoughts of hope,

sinking into my drowning heart.

Death takes my hand leading me home,

torn apart my reality by broken dreams.

Touched by pain my life ends its own,

heart on the floor beating one last time.

Who was I before I was nothing,

but the image of a way out of love.







Johnny Newell