HELP ME

TORTURED

Words and lies that cut deep

That makes your heart weep

Makes it hard to sleep

Have you ever see someone tortured?

Bleeding out like ink,

While looking into the eyes

While life is leaving their eyes,

Having no words could ease the pain

My thoughts of sorrow

lasting longer than tomorrow,

Poets of ancient time

Had seen the ink that was bleed out

While the hearts sink

Words of true knowledge was written

In a world of the forbidden,

Deliberate torture is a sickening

and abhorrent,

bleeding heart are being written

God sees all things;

While the souls cry out in their own

blood stain ink;

Life and Death we all must face

memories and agony's

that evil gave, but in darken dreams

you can see anything of curtly

where winter winds are always calling

where rainstorms are always brewing,

where the flesh made a bed

bones and ashes are in the mirror

that broken the glass

of my beaten down past

the windows of my life

cut deep with a knife

praying for God to reclaim my soul,

to lead me out of the pit

Words and sound kept me bond,

I cried out in merciful tears

But true love never came near,

I got lost into my fears

clowns of the darken town

are being crowned for their deeds,

while my mind roamed around

my heart wasn't yet found;

while my own spirit is being tortured,

where coldness taken over

while I was being abused;

I felt so used because of Dark Angel;

this world of darkness is a big mess

that gives sickness to the mind,

tortured day and night

Oh, how I can hear the cries

They are now becoming lullabies in my life;

every day is a darkness of old memories

cut deep at me all my pains are written on the wall

for all to read what it is I bleed.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1980 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery