MOONLIGHT IS TRYING TO SURVIVE

HIS EYES ARE ALWAYS ON ME

His eye is always on me,

lost souls dancing around so freely

with hate in their eyes,

but that wasn't any surprise...

I feel like I might run, maybe even jump,

I feel a sense of dread of sadness

that took away all my gladness,

the more I keep hearing all his lies

it bring tears to my eyes...

But he dosen't care if I cry or even die,-

my body is laying in the dusty gloom,

down by the dooms...

I wish I could crawl back in my bed

and wash him out of my head.

- Judy Emery © 1988 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery