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 Halloween Guest Dark Poetry 10/31/2012
 A Real Princess Dark Poetry 5/19/2012
 The Same Old Dress Friends 11/9/2012
 A Box Full Of Secrets Friends 5/26/2012
 He Was Quick To Smile Grieving and Loss 6/2/2012
 You Always Got Your Way Grieving and Loss 10/4/2012
 Only Two Would Know Grieving and Loss 10/18/2012
 Casualties Of War Grieving and Loss 5/23/2012
 No Longer Grieving and Loss 10/12/2012
 Letters Grieving and Loss 5/19/2012
 A Sad November Day Grieving and Loss 5/30/2012
 Teddy Grieving and Loss 9/11/2012
 Holding Hands Grieving and Loss 6/6/2012
 A Dark And Angry Cloud Grieving and Loss 9/14/2012
 Baby Smiling Bright Grieving and Loss 11/17/2012
 Politics As Usual Humorous Poems 10/2/2012
 Do I Love You True? I Love You 10/1/2012
 Little Things I Love You 10/16/2012
 Belle Of My Ball I Love You 11/11/2012
 A Lesson Learned Insight 8/22/2012
 People That Aren't Really There Insight 5/27/2012
 A Simple Tree Inspirational Poems 5/18/2012
 Gentlemen Beware Life 9/29/2012
 Seasons Of The Heart Life 11/3/2012
 Old Dust And Cigarettes Life 11/1/2012
 Nature Life 11/12/2012
 Summer Nights Life 11/15/2012
 What Of My Love? Love 6/3/2012
 My Only Choice Was You Love 8/19/2012
 Things To Leave Behind Love 8/18/2012
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Halloween Guest

In a black wooden coffin I lay my head,
nightime will see me wake up undead.
How lucky you will be chained to my wall,
what glorious evil you will befall.

Scream all you want not one soul will hear,
it builds my hunger to smell your fear.
Your blood will be shared, your wifes I won't waste,
I'll sip hers like wine to savor it's taste.

You will have the priviledge of feeding my nest,
pride you should feel to die as my guests.
Mercy you asked for, so I might pluck your eyes,
then you won't see the other one die.

Your lifeblood sustains me like many before,
legions have fed me, there will be more.
Satan, my father, has made me this way,
to feed at night and sleep in the day.

Your God must be happy of the things I do,
I keep Heaven full of fools like you.
Look for me to knock on your door tonite,
you can be my guest, then enjoy my bite.


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