Dark Angel , he has nothing I want
nothing about Dark Angel
holds anything good ,
No truth in his bones
his words are all Lies
he doesn't play nice ,
Oh, how he makes me sick
he try's to talk with poetic rhymes
but nothing came out right
his words bled out like red ink
while the old ship started ti sink
His words of old romantic
came from the dead .

Poetic Lilly Judy Emery (c)