Paris love of Dark Angel dreams,
running in the rain is me.
My thoughts are on the streets of Paris love,
watching lovers;
laugh, kiss, and making dreams.
I sit and write whatever came to my mind,
up the stairs in
My Paris room Dark Angel is watching
my every move and
Every thought he is making sure
I stay true to only him.
Writing out how I feel,
my needs to be free from the
An evil that is around me.
tears stream down my face why
Dark Angel has a smile on
his face, he likes me to be this away. No
one can see a dark,
lonely angel like me happy and free,
I felt no ****** in my
mind I write out my words.
Dark Angel went up to the staircase
to see all my work in paintings
my words I put in writing,
No one can see the world as I do
my world of sorrow and pain
that Dark Angel gave.
blood is on the paper soul
can be seen of lost dreams,
full of ashes;
nothing that can grow of love in the full moon.
reflecting on my pale face,
Dark Angel cry's out, new moon
is what I gave.
‘’Moonlight, ’Dark Angel, exclaims;
with a fit of anger in a battle cry,
‘’Why’’ do you put your mind on worldly things,
You must change, without making any noise,
then deep rain came of my
Pains cries of a lost cold life, ****** is what you did!
I didn't ask for this;
The hurt never ends, I want my life back
the way it was.
Without feeling anything inside like this I cried.
Because my emotions are lost in the darkness of Paris.

- Judy Emery © 2004
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery