Dark Angel held his anger just for a moment
but, I could see he was up to no good,
He spoke his words in silence of a bad glare
he was everywhere, looking at everything
he could lay his eyes on.
I could hear his anger without words that lay
behind his lying eyes. But, I showed him I wasn't
going to let him push me around no longer
yet, that is when he got so much stronger
I stood up for myself and he gave me hell.
He walked out of my room slamming the door,
as he roared in hast. It wasn't long before
I started hearing an explosion rip up the stairs
I didn't know what he was going to do next.
Soon, I found myself so alone, no one to talk to
I didn't even have him coming around with all
his drama. I felt more pain in this darkness,
I started looking around the room where he
left me so abused.
I was happy he was gone, but I didn't know for
how long. The wind smashed everything around,
pushing the leaves all around outside. I could
feel something wasn't right, darkness inked out
the beauty of the starlight.
I light a candle by my window, hoping someone
could see I am calling out for peace. The hours and
days became too much for me. The silence is
a punishment, leaving me hungry for communication.
I started calling out for him, even though I didn't want any part of him.
I started crying in all this pain, feeling so ashamed.
I didn't understand why I was feeling all of this emotion.
I started replaying over and over his words in my head,
I soon started screaming for his words to end. I was left
all alone to bleed out like ink.
In this dark state of mind, I didn't know what was right
From what is wrong, I had been beaten down way too long
I know what I know, but things soon started to change.
I started crying out so loud, Why did you do all these things
to me? I know he was somewhere listing, yet, never
answered me back.
But, I could always feel when he is near, I start to feel fear.
I started telling him I needed him just like the clouds need
the rain. No matter the pains of my past, I wanted to never
feel like this, Yet, I know he isn't good for me, I am more
confused about everything.
Dark Angel is truly all I ever have known. We had been around
each other way too long, I felt he handicapped me in ways I
could never explain. Maybe one day all of this will go away.
Maybe I will somehow get out from his spell and face the light
and stand up for all that I believe in.
So, I started to write what my bleeding heart spills. I cried
in silence, but I am the soul that written all my famous lines,
I am the spirit that cry's and sings, my pen will forever bleed
just like me until I am free.
I am the story that is always being read, I am the queen
in all darken dreams. I am the voice on the stage of reality
I will never give in, yet, times I had fallen, but, somehow
I got back up. My pains will always be a big part of me,
just like the past is already written.
And my story will hold no end until my very last page
is written. Where the minds of others feed off every line
I had ever written. I am that poetess that bleeds out in ink
when it comes to darkening dreams.
- Judy Emery © 1980 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
