I am Feelin Down At My Darkest Hour
By: Mrs. Lady Enthralling
I am feeling down
At my darkest hour
Like the lights of blindness has shut enabling me.
No ears,
No sounds,
Of the beating crowds no more.
My darkest hour
Plays Russian Roulette
With my tears.
Speaking in years,
Forget the tears
As they have no meaning
What’s the meaning to me?
Its signs of a hateful sad path
Of pouring champagne glasses of rage
Getting revenge of
Feeling down
At my darkest hour.
I shiver
and shake
Mating with you
Leaving the spirit of my body.
Tossing and turning
Yearning and learning
Standing firm of my spoken jester
O’ honey.
My love can’t be prosecuted
By the displays
Of the resumes
Of what you say?
The hay is to tough for me to lay my thoughts on
To get it on
In rain storms
Of skeleton bones
Of washed up years.
Feel my tears
Taste my sincere
As I walk off this stage
Giving you a jazz play
Feeling my woman’s cry
reveal to me why?
Tell me the answer
Turn to my channel
And watch me
At
My
Darkest
H
O
U
R
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