PARIS RAINS

Paris Rains / Dark Angel 

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 youn 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, hopeless and 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. 

Lilly Emery (c)