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Warren Smith Poem
In my solitude
A chill wind blows mocking me
A lone willow bows
Copyright © Warren Smith | Year Posted 2015
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Warren Smith Poem
Throughout his soul there burns an inescapable thrill
For tonight he shall feast on one's flesh that he will kill
A flame of pure blood-lust and hunger sears his mind
As he thinks of all the kills that he's made time after time
His teeth all lengthen into razor-sharp white fangs
As the moon climbs the night sky heightening his hunger pangs
His fingers all draw back turning his hands into paws
As from their fusing joints like swords unsheathed emerge his claws
He feels a wrenching pain and he hears a whip-like crack
As his spine quickly shifts forming the dark creature's back
He slowly shuts his eyes as his form ceases to shift
Then the creature sadly moans as they close and seal the rift
It opens wide its eyes and looks around to survey all
Then bounds away to fill the night with its blood curdling call
It comes upon its prey it can taste them they're so near
And so quickly strikes not even one can scream in fear
First it feeds then it sits down and with a stiffened tail
It sends forth an eerie howl which sounds much like a mourner's wail
Then in triumph it goes home and after crack and snap of bone
Loss of razored fangs and claws weeps the man whose heart's not stone
Now he weeps but when through his soul burns again that fated thrill
He cries not for what he's done instead he craves for what he will
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Warren Smith Poem
Leaves in the sunlight
Remind me of your laughter
Warm and full of life
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How can you tell if someone really cares
How do you know it's the truth
How can you know that it's not just a lie
When they have all the words but no proof
When somebody says that they care
But no hint it's true is in their eyes
How can you even begin to believe
When all that they say seems like lies
How can you trust when you've been betrayed
Like when they tell you they care
But then when you truly do need a friend
They leave you and all go elsewhere
When somebody says that they care
How do you know it's the truth
How can you even begin to believe
When they have all the words but no proof
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Must it always be so dark and cold
Why can there be no light in this place
No hunger or reason for keeping my life
Hanging on by a rope made of paper thin lace
My darkness it seems all consuming
Not one small point of hope can I see
No direction just floating blindly throughout life
No prospect for redemption not one purpose to be
I look at my hands and they're stained
With the blood of all I could have been
Every one that I butchered and mangled
Left me more alone and less likely to win
A last failure it seems in my life
Is the one thing I must surely take
And with that there is finally hope that it ends
In sweet oblivion for my sake
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Is it any wonder no one hears his cry
His laughter too loud yet within asking why
Forever alone must I be as it seems
And barely surviving for I've not the means
For knowing the ways of life and fellow man
A horizon-less drifter no solution at hand
For the loneliness felt by a soul that's been filled
With the anguish of a lifetime and all the blood spilled
Of the chances now lost for a regular life
Instead of a Hell chained to sorrow and strife
And so fiercely hoping steeled resolve does not slip
Sets release to sunder flesh like a sea sunken ship
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Although the Gods I would beseech
That you were not beyond my reach
It would perhaps be asking much
Since my lips never their ears touch
So although do I always fear
To attain my one most dear
In truth impossible a task
I worship not so do not ask
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You offer me a treasure baited with a tainted smile
The sickening stench of decay a promise on your lips
Your silken tongue pearlescent teeth hide not your poison vile
Yet trapped am I through merest heated lie upon your hips
Your gold worth but a fool eyes open to a certain death
And torture endless waiting deep within your eager clutch
Seduced by honest pleasures 'pon your rotten honeyed breath
I long for my assured Hell within your angel's touch
For angel's touch it truly seems this Hellish pain divine
A treasure worth the cost of my entire life to thee
And so to you eternally I do myself resign
For without your tortured love I would surely cease to be
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You speak as if you want indeed
To be without in truth his rule
Yet act as if he you do need
Escaping not and you the fool
He fancies life as if it were
A gift for him a Godly dream
Whilst you and yours the mangy cur
He deigns anoint beneath his stream
It saddens dearly one to see
You wither e'en before your Fall
And fear to witness tragically
You shall escape him ne'er at all
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The morning sun is rising turning darkened sky to grey
In the yard people are gathering every one real proud and gay
They yell to house in one big voice c'mon bring out the fun
Then man in black looks out and says we wait until the sun
With rising of the sun the man in black leads four in cloaks
The gathered people gleeful yell 'tis time for deadly strokes
The four look to the icy blade and fervently renounce their sin
The man in black leads four through crowd which like the Red Sea parts
And all the people joyful yell let's afterwards take out their hearts
You may the man in black then says but you must wait your turn
For 'tis my job to take their lives and send them on their way to burn
The people yell then get it done the blade's a-shine with thirst
Then they all merrily do shout when blade comes down and kills the first
The three left of the four then know that all their lives the blade will win
The second of the four enraged calls out all burn in Hell
And when the blade takes his head all the people taunt and yell
Then the third with frenzied screams the bloody blade does take
And with that death the one that's left in shoes begins to quake
The fourth is lead to blade as one just wakened from a dream
And with his bloody death the people joyful dance and scream
And so at setting of the sun four more have felt the guillotine
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