Things Are Never What They Seem

Things Are Never What They Seem

I want you to know;
Things are never what they seem
When it comes to darken dreams,
Oh, come and hear the screams
Do you understand what that means?
You know who this is;
That makes you like this,
Look deep within your mind
And thing of all those painful times,
You will see his eyes;
They are like the crystal moon,
That comes in late June,
In the night, it beams red upon the deadly sea
Into darken dreams;
Autumn leaves fall from the tree
This I see from my bedroom window,
While you talk to me about he who haunts me,
Every time I put my hand near the fire
It’s like the flames reach out to touch me,
The impalpable apple ash
Is near the burning log,
The flames hold deadly memories,
Everything I ever cared about
Had come to an end,
The seal of the envelope has been licked,
Every word that has been written
Every storm brings me back to you,
As if everything that exist is because of 
darken dreams;
where ancient ships
seal out on the Mediterranean Sea,
where little boats sink deep 
where the wickedness weep into the night,
oh, how the sound give fright,
each day on the hour
the tears fall like raindrops on the ground,
I start to feel all hope is destined from me,
Why does Dark Angel want to keep me like this?

Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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