PAINTED ME ON THE WALL
I  stood tall
as he painted me on the wall
my nerves stayed strong
I didn't let him see me fall
flesh and blood
he loved so much
while he put the brush
in the water
he would lick his lips
hungering for my kiss
but that I held cold
while I stood bold
silently he moved the brush
without much fuse
silence flown into
the cold darken room
energy started drained from me
like a sad movie
had taken me down into
a heavy sleep
that is  where I lost my head
I found myself into
the waters of the angry sea
of darken dreams.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1992
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery