Sick Bed
Sick Bed /Dark Angel
Brutus picks me up and put me in my bed watching as this pain
keep's cutting at my soul . My tears pouring out like rain that will not stop
Brutus exclaims with surprising horror cry please my lady
Hold on for your life don't give in to this darken sin , Hold on you are not alone
Don't you see . But the pain was cutting deeper and deeper that I couldn't take
hold of what Brutus had to say . My eye's started rolling back to my mind ,
My body was moving all over the bed where I lay , I cried out in horror as the voices
kept getting stronger . The night wind's made it's way again and the moon given out
it's light . Dark Angel stand's in the room with no word's just looking at Moonlight
as her pains take hold even more but she hasn't given in Moonlight is given a fight
for her own right's that she believes in . Dark Angel takes hold of her hand
And told her just to let go and let him take control .Moonlight told him no just to kill her
Dark Angel let go of her and said that was not his kinda work as he walked away with
An pierced eye's wistfulness in his voice like a pleading note to Moonlight
Dark Angel see's she is stronger then he had thought
Her emotions are deep in what she believes in , Dark Angel put her in sick bed
given her body a little rest hoping she will give in to him .
Lilly Emery (c)
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