Gothic eyes

Who has cried the tears I have felt,

if all is lost how can I be forgotten?

Colors so cold freezing my way,

drowning my soul in this agony.

Reaching for a sign of love within me,

tears of black cover my eyes with sorrow.

As my hands become weak in my mire,

all dreams fade into the night.

Sacraments of death cringe at my name,

painted by false hopes of a life already gone.

Swimming away into destiny as I die,

holding nothing but her waters love.

Fear has taken me to a place I cannot find,

alone in what now I see as my darkness.

I cry for this moment to end as I break,

to pieces my heart crying tears of pain.

Images of fiery eyes bleeding away my touch,

no reminders of what never was anyway.

Tips of black my nails scratch into my tomorrow,

crying my soul, dying my heart, breaking apart my eyes.









Johnny Newell