A Dark Lady's Song

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Dark are my ways, and darker is my soul,

Near the slum, over the border;

Dirty is my path, and filthy is my goal.

My heart and my core think of you,

All day long, and only for the day;

‘Cause my days are long but nights are few.

I thought once that I, could spend my life,

Dreaming of you all night, but;

No night I can dream, my nights are all alive.

Not anymore like it was before,

Not you, not me and not the else;

Your footsteps couldn’t find my door.

My feelings bundle up, and my passions die,

All my sobs get stopped, and;

My shabby bed and withered roses do cry.

Your eyes follow me all the time,

On my ruffled bed and darkened lane;

My harsh cries are changed into chime.

My room is full of flowers, but;

All flowers are dry; I take them to throw,

But, I stop and keep my door shut.

I can’t do what you did to me,

Smelled me like a flower, and;

Didn't hear any cry nor did any plea.

Now, I owe my life to the darkness,

People hate me in the light;

And, love is lost in the mess.

My helpless nights becomes long,

Shadows left me alone;

And, this is a dark lady’s song.