Oh, there you are standing in the dark
eating away at my lonely heart.
I redeem all the evilness you bring
playing hateful skims on me,
Yet, I still pleaded to be free
from all your hateful deeds
you are so mean to me.
You love to watch me bleed
from deep within until my body grows thin.
In darken, dreams come many things
where guilt and shame becomes the game of blame,
I've wandered by the spooky villages
that leads to darkening paths;
Yes! I sighed, and I felt I was going to die
but never understood why!
Oh, why do you like to make me cry?
I'm not shy-
So come on and tell me
stop being so mean
In all my dreams
I don't want to hear any more screams.
Oh, you have mute the weak
and left the weary
where the darkness is always scary
Oh, please I'm not your dreary.
The things you say are so plain
and you are to blame for your sinful games
you should feel shame.
All the tales you say, lay the mine for all kinds,
to dwell in the darkness of a living Hell.
There is the ancient of true beauty
that so many had once called cutie
but now they all have lost their youth
all that they once had just faded away;
Oh, look how you have eaten up their brighter future,
Oh, how everything has turned to rote
yet that is the cost
for getting lost
into an ungodly game of darkness of shame.
Yet, there was no favor in your eyes
all you know is lies
that made the earthly people sigh
most of the time.
Yet, pain is a happy company that makes the gleam
of all your hateful skims-
that come around in darken dreams
as the slaves are out always screaming
because of the young-eyed seen
the abuse from a deeper degree.
You whence the names
and cast on the blame,
Oh, Dark Angel, your eyes tell the story
you were never holy
but you are very boldly
and a heart that truly deadens.
-Judy Emery © 1995
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
