Dark Is The Bark

Surrounded in gold and priceless paintings She loves. She lies in glistenings of Reddish and blue. Darkness was all she could see. Lovely was all she could be. No one had bothered to be. Something she wanted to see. Darkness red (dark is the bark of the tree). Living gray (dark is the bark of the tree). Surrounded with boxes of people that once saw the day. I speak and my words begin to believe what I say. Darkness was all I could see. Lonely was all I could be. Loving was something to me. Somewhere for someone to see. It was shade (is the bark of the tree). She's so mean (dark is the bark of the tree). La, la, la, la La, la, la, la