I stood tall
as he pointed me on the wall,
my nerves stayed strong
I didn't let him see me fall.
Flesh and blood
comes with a touch
he loved it so much.
While he put the brush
in the water
he would lick his lips
hungering for my kiss,
that is something
he will always miss it.
I felt very cold
yet, I stood bold.
Silently he moved the brush
without much fuss.
Silence has flown into the air
of a cold darken room,
I started feeling my
energy drained from me.
like a sad movie
had taken me down into
a heavy sleep,
that is where I lost my head,
I found myself in
the waters of the angry sea
of darken dreams.
-Judy Emery © 1980 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery.
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