Tears and dreams

If I had a heart to break I would be broken,

but as each day makes way for the night I fall.

Silent eyes crying for a world that doesn’t exist,

showering my hands with the blood I have spilt.

Trying to make the words out deafening my ears,

uttering forever in what is left of my life.

Allowing despair to take my heart away long ago,

choosing to become this figment of your imagination.

Blood pours out from the ages of light now cold,

remembering a kiss I never got to feel.

Deceived in a world without meaning for love,

no fear left to succumb to in my pain.

Stars still shine brighter than before,

but in my eyes the tears consume my dreams.







Johnny Newell