Obsession in his eyes over me
with so much jealousy,
his darken soul filled with scorn,
covered with hated tears,
Dark Angel is afraid to let anyone near,
painted fears are what I bared
in my mind over time,
he pains that sears with words doubts,
he touched my body
then started touching my hair
with a touch of lust
with deep words of hurt
Obsession of bloody screams
are like a wounded animal.
Dark Angel broke my wings,
just to hear me scream
then he would say
I will never let you fly away
He surrounds me and puts me
In a dark cold room
with heavy chains on me
in this upper room
in Paris, at the old convent building,
Were lies are being told
by a priest of a ghost,
miss leading the way
giving out his voice to a darkened world.
- Judy Emery © 1989 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.
