In my cold darken room
the moon shined its like
where I have seen the blood
that was spattered all over
by day the ancient sun
pushed my spirit up
and I found the strength
to clean it all up without a fuse
those old bricks and tiles
will always have the broken marks
where my blood poured out from my vains
while these old memories drunk them up
every drop, and every word that was spelled
bled in the walls even down the halls
where my famouse words were written.
- Judy Emery © 1986 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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MEMORIES
PoetryMemories are things that come to me in happiness or sadness of sorrows, so I made poetry. Old memories you will always be a very big part of me.
