We are such beauty's in the eyes of dreams our life is around deep dark sleep, whereas my life is in stealthy in the gloom of he that has cast his spell upon me. The noise and the cracks in the castle of silence where only dreams can be made to live where so many need to be forgiven for what they did. In this cold darken room of doom is where I now live. I see all the writings on the wall even the ones down from the hall. Dark Angel; keeps me in his dark world so I can see what he is really about, oh, how I hear the shouts while he is holding me down.
To my very last of breath, he gave me a death kiss, to stop me from being free from what he is doing to me. Life is a gift until someone takes it. Before all of this darkness, I had taken life forgathered, and I now wish I had never done that, but don't we all do this? Every inch and every step is new to me now, I have been swept by the darkening of dreams where all I do is hear the screams of so many down in this place of the gloom of its dooms.
In this darken place Dark Angel tries to take away the grace of Life, Oh, he doesn't play nice. But he tries to act as if he is the nice guy.
He tells me this is a new start for you my dear queen, new for hope for a new life with me. Fear me! Love me, and do as I tell you and you will be free for what I will do to you if you disobey me. The more I tell him to move on the stronger I feel regret.
The anticipation of this nightmare makes me see all the things I never wanted to see, hear all the screams that would make anyone go insane, just by hearing all those pains while he calls out their names. Oh, this old pain will never go away it brings on rain, where my body and heart are throbbing, pulsing, circulation to hold on for dear life.
Scream that runs in my mind over time makes me cry like I was going insane, I would look out my bedroom window where it is very high up in length, the glass is thick only the moon could see in my darkened room, It has a way of letting me know I am not completely alone. In this place is like the walking dead, letting me know there is no way of coming back to a life that I once knew.
A life I once knew and the things I have once achieved and love have been taken away from me in this darken dream. It is too late for me and if I ever tried to tell my story, who would ever believe?
To ever escape, will I ever be free? No, as long as I keep on dreaming of the one who holds the key to me in dreams.
- Judy Emery © 1980
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
THE QUEEN OF DARKEN DREAMS POETIC JUDY EMERY