PARIS PAINS

Paris Pains

Somewhere in time, we had welcomed
the fall of broken hearts and dreams...
that holds on to rain and pain of memories 
Empty rooms of haunting winters winds...

Crying over and over again...
texture of love of long ago....
something long gone but steal eats away at the soul
in the distance we can see the stain of a calligraphists 
on the walls of a weathered castle upon on the tallest mountain, 

A darkened life for a young woman 
a life she would had never ask for....
while the simmering summer of Paris takes hold of her 
love has taken the beast from her heart just too take her down slowly, 

Distanced from familiar shores is a place of desolation 
a place that brings on more fear...
unsure of what he future holds.....
Dark Angel begins playing his hateful games on her mind
making her lose time of what was right in her life, 

He would always stalk out her life before he trapped her in 
his darken spells of his lies just to get her on his side...
His love for her had been getting out of control....
she becomes more of a slave then anything, 

Threatened by the harshness his old darken world 
Withered, cranky losing faith......
so afraid to take off...
her life around her looks almost rotten like death, 

Dark Angel, is out looking for another to take down 
Paris is the place Dark Angel loves so much...
He loves the smell of death....
the frozen drop of blood on the streets....
condensed alone in eternal cold, 

He stays away from the rays that is so bright and warm 
he love the cold frigid stones.....
he loves to run in the old graveyards.....
just to see all those autumn leaves fall, 

As for me, I feel foreign....
lost with no love in my heart....
left alone in a big cold darken room 
locked away from freedom....

In a convent with the lost souls I could hear them cry 
while a priest crying out in Latin words 
just to allure others into sin....
I set in the upper room were Dark Angel left me in pain, 

I look out from my bedroom window and see the 
pouring rain fall hard on the streets of Paris....
I was born in a place of summer.....
were winter never to cold...
But now I have eternal winter that now one could ever 
compare No wonder sunny Italy, 

I forgot the beginning altogether of my fashioned 
the life style the hunger of true love...
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 
I was crying in my bedroom 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, 

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)