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Time passes on by
Intimate moments fly
Counting as seconds pass
Keeping secrets such as;
In the midst of dreams
Nothing is as it seems
Gathering specks of time set

Comforting of how you met
Leaving behind a future gone
Of when the days were long
Clouds are in darkened sky
Killing hours before you die
Copyright Chris Smith 2012
He needed, he wanted her
All those things she'd do
Did everything to please him
But she never could love

The times she took the pain
Of the darkness deep inside
Allowed him all that he wanted
But she never could love

Just to be his plaything
Her body taken at his mercy
The slap of his hand on bare flesh
But she never could love

The times he pounded inside her
Releasing his need deep within
How she craved to feel it
But she never could love

Each scar would be a memory
Each lover would be a need
Each day she'd just carry on
But she never could love
Copyright Chris Smith 2014
You are too beautiful
To belong to me
Such a perfect vision
Seen by these eyes

Always a perfect lover
With an angelic body
The art of all desire
But only in my dreams

I am an ordinary man
No Adonis to behold
Not worthy of your love
Too afraid to be seen

You are true beauty
A goddess of divinity
The art of my gallery
A dream of this dreamer
Copyright Chris Smith 2014
Somewhere the shadows watch
Through the unseen darkness
At all the lost souls
That attempt to feel their way

As eyes unseen, lurk eager for the hunt
The prey seldom understands the Devil's grasp
The demonic hands grasp the weeping
Squeezing their flesh, only to gloat at pain

Sanity lost in such a devilish bliss
Lost are the remains of my former self, a rebirth into madness
This baptism of blood, now I understand what it is to live
But within a Phoenix tries to break free, scattering the burning ashes

Then no matter the darkness, let the hellish demons hide from a new found regeneration
As chaos rules my thoughts,  the storm on the horizon burns my desires
No number may quench my blood lust for madness drives my need, as the darkness hides my soul
Copyright Chris Smith & John Patrick Robbins 2012
The thunder of Demons
Rising up from Hell

Taking to the skies
Only when night fell

Nightmares came crawling
Hear the Gothic bell

Coming of the end
Only when night fell

Hear the Angels crying
Nothing left to tell

The world in flames
Only when night fell
Copyright Chris Smith 2012
Plastic wires inside my brain
Drastic thoughts still remain
Concrete jungle, no escape
Complete in dream scape

Workers doing endless jobs
Shirkers being called slobs
Scope is far out of range
Hope is someone strange

When time started to run out
Then phantoms silently shout
Never will they be heard
Whether it should be absurd

Playing the same old game
Praying nobody is to blame
Elastic fades away the grain
Plastic wires inside my brain
Copyright Chris Smith 2012
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