HOPELESSLY LOST

Empty shell and empty rooms with no mirrors in them 
All texture of love is long gone for so long blown away by the wind 
Darkened life no your girl would ever ask for the simmering summer
of a Paris love had taken my heart from me 

Distanced from it's familiar shores desolate and hopelessly lost 
Unsure of what the future holds when Dark Angel stared playing
his games of stalking 

His love for me had been getting out of control detached from the security is me threatened by the harshness of the world 
Withered, cranky, almost rotten is how life looks at me 

The way Dark Angel likes it very easy at its prey Paris is the place Dark Angel, loves to be frozen drop of blood on the streets condensed alone in eternal cold away from the rays so bright and warm hard chilly, and frigid he loves to run free even without me 

Foreign is what I feel lost with no love left alone locked in a convent with the lost souls of priest crying out a sung in Latin words of the 
Dark alluring others in to sin

I set in the upper room were Dark Angel left me I look at my window and see the pouring rain fall hard on the streets of Paris 
I was born in a place of summer were winter never feels like it 

But now I have eternal winter that now one could ever compare 
No wonder sunny Italy I forgot the beginning altogether of my fashioned life style 

A dying flame left without a hope rekindling winds blowing, threatening to put it out dying, dwindling, almost gone forever perishing in passing smoke in my heart

That is when Dark Angel found me crying in my bedroom at my window of long ago, and that is when he had taken my soul 
I don't remember much all I remember 

It was September on a darken dance floor when he had taken me for his own. He calls me New Moon, Dark Angel danced with me and gave me the drink of death with a bloody kiss on marble floor under my bare feet I bleed were he once again left me. 

Poetic Lilly J. Emery (c)