He keeps me broken
I feel the pains
as the pieces break
from my heart
I had been brutally marked
but this is what he calls art;
while my heart grew weaker
in sorrows and more pains
I started to learn how to dance in the rain
into darken dreams,
where I  always hear the screams.

- Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery