Puppet On Strings
I can't keep feeling this away
with all this strife and pains
I can't even remember
last December
I feel like a puppet with strings
in many darken dreams
Dark Angel is so mean
I always hear screams
dancing around like clowns
in an old evil town
with their face upon the ground
praying to be found
they are in so many pains
they could no longer
remember their names
I feel like a puppet with strings
in darken dreams
I can hear Dark Angel laughing
in his evil ways
while his words wring in my ears
pulling on my strings
I began to scream
while he starts to cut on me
my heart is bleeding out
into the sea of dreams.
-Judy Emery © 1985 The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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FantasyDURING MY LIFE During my life, I had to learn to meet my adversity gracefully, in my active life, I have amused myself in writing poems, I scribbled words down, and see where it would lead me it didn't matter what kind of place I was at, or emotions...
