Entrenched beneath your pulsing heart,
a terror of the living dead,
you walk this earth with heavy feet,
Dear Emily, I thought you said,
that someday "He would be the one."
But, young girls cannot know the dread,
of treachery, you deftly weave,
Dark Emily, I think that we cannot believe,
the depths, to which your soul will reach,
to scavenge flesh, so fair and sweet.
You pick the bones, now bare, with grief.
How can the mirror be so blind?
Where once was love, so briefly felt,
the blush of youth, now scarred with woe,
caught in a spell, each victim weeps,
forever lost inside a dream.
Now tightly bound inside a shell,
of emptiness...eternal hell.
Black Emily, you must move on,
till every shred of hope...is gone.