I grip the sheets of despair,Afraid of living through the long breath, My habitual distress runs buried, in the depths of grey, Your affection is numbed by this dazed coma, Crave me in endlessness, And I'll be present in morning, But my sentiment will be absent, I shed dry tears as your yearning unfolds, I want to return, but know not how, I sit in the dimness, With fire in my chest and inward thoughts, If the doors led to me, bare gifts of grandeur, Hold this cold heart through the fire of ages, And with every wound healed, Love me so, just love me so.
Shayne Hood aka Johnny Brixton
Artwork by Steven Worthey