Puppet On Strings
I can't keep feeling this away
with all this strife and pains
I can't even remember 
last December 
I feel like a puppet with strings
in many darken dreams 
Dark Angel is so mean 
I always hear screams 
dancing around like clowns 
in an old evil town 
with their face upon the ground
praying to be found 
they are in so much pains 
they could no longer 
remember their names 
I feel like a puppet with strings
in darken dreams 
I can hear Dark Angel laughing
in his evil ways
while his words rings in my ears
pulling on my strings
I began to scream
while he starts to cut on me
my heart is bleeding out 
into the sea of dreams.

Poetic Judy Emery © 1985
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery