This old darken city of pouring tears
the streets that cry out from its own blood
it keeps tearing me apart
keeping me lost into the dark of its cold heart
it's like running from shadows on a winters night
oh, how it gives so much fright
I look around me with no hope for peace
I wish for always the best
to one day get out of this mess
my poor body needs some rest
I wish for one moment I could call this place home
but that would be so wrong
I feel so alone without anyone to call my own
I won't take this lie for a life
I won't keep lying down in the pain of greed
from the ones that keep my heart too bleed
I've got to find my way out of this darken life
I've got to try to figure it all out
I have been broken
I have been always put down
by the old clown downtown
But what hurts me the most
is when your own family hates you the most
that is the ghost that haunts me the most
that is No joke
I've come to the conclusion
that this old world will always hate me
I had never belonged here
My own mother calls me her black seed
I could never take this old city seriously
maybe that is the way it has to be
maybe that is just me you see
this broken life has never been easy on me
and that my darken friend isn't greed
it is the life of me.
-Judy Emery © 1998 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
