Her wide grin often holds back a troubled spirit.
Her courage is understood by a minute few.
Yet her fear is wider than the open sky.
But to surrender her eclispe would insult those to follow.
So she stands her place and allows nobody inside her regard.
-Johnny V.
Her rejection cuts deeper than the surgeon's blade.
The swelling heart heals long before the injured soul.
The hidden scars much deeper in offense than those in the public sight.
Her unwillingness to understand the damage she has bestowed renders it both addictive and bitter sweet.
Quickly she ripens into a stranger's form, thus her rejection complete.
A noble guise indeed, but never shielded to my gaze.
My strength diminishing her manus cleaned she progresses beyond my clutch.
-Johnny V.
Her tender eyes and warm smile exist only to mask her cruel nature.
Her skill to turn her back and never look again is often a distinction, rarely a torment.
She is forgetful of the endless litter of mangled souls from her past.
I am helplessly drawn deep into her fold. I go eagerly without hesitation.
The anguish which awaits me had yet to penetrate my sanity. I endow her with my complete ipseity.
Her admiration for it is counterfeit, she hold it fast to her breast. I am dominated by her warmth.
Salvation is within in my perception, but she is deliberate to keep it just out of my grasp.
For should I escape even slightly unscathed would deeply deminish her pleasure.
-Johnny V.
I long for the hope of a new day. But without fail the bedeviled sun sets plunging darkness upon me.
Her tender beauty is but the sole light in the pitch.
Her softness closes in and mocks my ignorant heart.
For she is blind to the endless strewn of wasted souls left in her wake.
I am one more captured spirit in her satchel of despair.
She arrives adorned in yesterday's mislaid memories. Yet her beauty is only enhanced.
She consumes my lonely passions, her smirk salient to all eyes but my own.
She will gladly feed on my bitter tears.
Her hunger complete, she maneuvers forward to her next wretched being.
-Johnny V.
I have spent time balanced on the fringe of sanity.
Holding both fire and shank, confused between cuts and burns.
My heart beats for her luxury alone.
She draws closer, her warm sweet breath haunting my yet undreamt dreams.
She snatches away my poise and sufficiency. They rattle like false coins.
My future is damaged step by step as she strolls away.
Taking with her my deepest desires leaving my quality tear-filled and bloody.
-Johnny V.
The screeches of agony cry out from the darkness of my soul.
I awake to a bed soaked with sorrow.
My spirit is too weak to be sustained.
She looks deep into my pleading eyes.
Her nearness pierces my shivering substance.
Her denial sends forth my sung regrets.
-Johnny V.
Darkness defends my soul, and the Gods smile at my ignorance.
My insistence that one day her heart will accept me.
They know the deep scars imbedded in my wrists, the lonely physician's vials scattered upon my altar.
They have witnessed my useless tears, my misdirected anger, my shame.
And know in her iniquity, pride is the most outlying emotion.
Her Sharp and cruel Tallons have repeatedly pierced my heats scarlet flesh.
Again I return weaker, smaller, but hopeful that this reply will be different.
For nothing can change the certitude she will never belong to me.
-Johhny V.
