Passionless

What happen to the people?
Why do they act as they do,
they bow their heads like they
are very confused,

Oh, the pain that holds in their eyes
make me want to cry,
Oh, passionless is you
Oh, Darken Angel,

To me your words are pointless
but to the slaves,
your words are everything,

when you make, me cry?
You love to see me die,
But you keep me close to you
Afraid to let me fly,

I know there aren't many things
I could ever do,
to make you feel the pains you
given me and the slaves,

Because I can truly say,
You know pain,
that old ancient day
has cut you deep that you can’t
see what you are doing to me,

Someone had taken your heart,
but has never truly set you free,
so, you are given me the pains
that someone else given you,

When you hurt me so bad,
you make me feel I'm going to die,
oh, why do you like to see me cry?
You love to watch me bleed,

but deep within me
I’m still very strong,
even when you gave me the pains
of your past,
you broke me down like glass.

Poetic Judy Emery © 2010