Words swallowed up into a nightmare of pain,
when I saw his face, I felt a rush of rage,-
it wasn't long I started writing down what I felt
what started making me feel ill,
Oh, how these old emotions are still raw
and so very real...
the ink appear suddenly upon my page,
because I was in an emotional rage;
as the ink swoop down quickly like teardrops
the blood that poured from my heart
that bled through my ink pin,
I started writing down my anger,
remembering his eyes upon me,
like he was glad to see me again,
like we were good old friends...
this old nightmar that I pushed in the back of my mind,
the ones I was starting to forget, and forgive-
the whole big mess... he left me in;
is starting all over again....
his words plunged deep into the mind
where he thought he was going to make his way back
just to make another attack,and he did do just that,
he opening up old wounds, the ones he once left his mark,
all over my heart, in the abuse,
leaving me feeling so used...
but I will never let a beast like that back in
to me it was a cure....a very big sin,
that was eat at away on my heart, night and day
leaving me in a world of gray
he broken down my spirit,
treading my every fiber of my well being
he left me out to die
as I started bleeding out like ink...
it was flowing from my veins , out from my heart
upon sheets of paper in my own bloodstained ink
for the whole world to read, what it is that made me bleed,
But the beast thinks this is love.
-Judy Emery © 1980 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery.
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