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The flicker of a dying flame
When life is only a game
Waiting for darkness to fall
A void of voices will call

I never wanted to play
Just visions of every day
Where beauty could never fade
A place where nobody stayed

So nothing comes of the past
Reckless thoughts always last
As broken down machines die
But only human, living a lie

Did you see me within the cracks
A mirror discarded on the tracks
Reflection of the impossible me
Without a home to ever be

Somewhere there is an empty shout
For now the flame has gone out
Nothing left, gone without a trace
Now just a ghost without a face
Copyright © Chris Smith 2015
 Mar 2015
Phantom Byron Lorde
My angel,
Do not fly so close to me
For I,
Would clip your wonderful wings
Keep you my prisoner
Locked away in a cage
So I could gaze on naked beauty
Your innocence,
Mine to corrupt,
To use as my will
Burning you with pleasure
But your beauty always shines
My darkness is blinded
Still I take,
Refusing you the key
My angel,
I am a demon
Copyright 2015
 Mar 2015
Poetic T
What will become of forged cruelty
As it had fed on the ******* of madness,
Its sour milks ran on the features
Suckled deep within,
Gorged as if a fever drank its fill,
It was cradled in the filth of derangement,
Sleeping softly as
Demented,
Frenzied,
Psychotic
Dreams sent this abomination
Of frenzy in to the place of
Death, and it slept well,
Manifesting tears of pleasure
Within, void of emotion,
They feel puddled upon,
Thorn sheets,
Fed was the thorn with nourishment
That seeped in. A flower did blossom of
Blood
Red
Fear,
Its petals would seed a thousand minds with
Unbridled rage, as its nectar drank to the
Continuation of madness,
Others had suckled the breast, gorged till minds
Were but a black hole,
With a horizon of purpose,
To greet the coming end with the madness,
Each took to the eternity of tortured nourishment ,
Each would sleep upon it like death,
Derangement  has its own plan, do you wish to
Suckle upon the infinity of delusion,
Hear your own mind Succumb then crack.
 Mar 2015
Poetic T
Its face white purity of a colour
Hiding sin,
Cloaking hatred
Supressing that within,
With a smile of red smudged lips
The bright coloured clothes,
A flower adorned this kaleidoscope
Of colour, fragrant stench
To conceal,    
To cloak
To distort  
That which hid behind, delved beneath,
Laughter heard, insanities last gasp,
That clown of a thousand smiles,
Which one would you see as his flowers
Pollen greats your senses, a last breath
He chuckles,
He giggles,
He sheds a tear
So many have fallen, smudged is the white,
Bleeding black beneath white clouded skin.
He has tricks of the trade,
Balloons he blows up,
"Make something"
So he twists and turns
Rubber squeaks, form to air surrounds
"A balloon gun"
As he laughs his soon to be last,
Can you say "BANG"
"Bang"
As he points his balloon as the gentlemen laughs
Can you say "POP"
With an exhale of word,
A head does "POP"
Bits of red rubber covers the crowd,
"Any one want to see another trick"
He laughs out his insane laugh,
Who laughing now people as he lets out his deranged  *laugh.
Scary  clowns... don't **** them off
 Mar 2015
Poetic T
A cage of feathers, swirling
Never released, the calls
Of this bird long since
Faded, carried away upon
Now silent winds.

A cage of feathers rocks back
and forth, Dented, damaged
Knocking on the old wooden
wall. Two knocks for death
One Knock its to late,
You never hear the second
Knock as your already dead.

Bones dry and parched, feathers
Clinging on as if to give flight.
The bones shuffle around this
Tattered open grave, if you
were too read the signs, the
Movements. It tells you what
Is known, death owns this place.
 Mar 2015
Poetic T
There spirits tethered to this plain,
Some were wondering
Some were prisoners
There seven by three foot
An invisible cage,
Locked,
Barred,
Insanity
Had gripped those that were of
Weak spirit, an ill cloud filled these places,
Not seen by mortal eyes
Felt,
Chilled,
Ominous,
Feelings of those flesh bound
Ever motioned towards,
Breath cold absorbing the positive
Energies around,
Those of stronger fibre, of sound spirit,
They were the whispers heard,
That breeze when non around.
They watched all who entered,
Stood atop there stones
Sat upon the cold granite
At those who visited them,
Thank you as a ,
Fragrant smell,
Spoken verse,
Touch breezed
Upon a reminder of those there moment
Acknowledged, a peace has been found,
The Graveyard is of the dead,
Some saved
Others degraded,
Some lost, never to be found.
But they
Whisper,
Sigh,
Confide
In each other, but we will never
Understand there murmurings,
Till we are also departed,
And our bodies grace the ground next to each other.
She flies into the darkness
Hidden in the black shade
Her dark wings engulfed in blackness
I watch a beauty that will never fade

Follow her in shadows I will go
Follow her to Hell and back again
For in the darkest night she will glow
For her light burns the brightest then

February Angel, her heart will never be cold
Even when she dances with demons tonight
She has a beauty I could never hold
My dark soul will never embrace her light
She said nothing simply left the scene knowing with a closed door a chapters end was all left between them both .
The haze that had become his existence had destroyed the man and forged a demon no love could ever maintain sometimes the easiest thing is to continue when the end lingers a footnote to the chaos all that remains is a image no longer a the man .

Darkness is a ocean and you can only dive under so many times till you lose the reason for a return.
The fires of passion often are mired by a fix.

The edge is but a marker please do not follow me any longer for this abyss is a vast space with little remorse for the innocent .

In a wreckage you may leave me but tonight I could give a **** less .
Sink the vein and taste a fire that is replacement for the warmth in this endless winters chill.

Soon the hands will no longer count his hours simply mark the date.


She closed the door but never locked the memory away on nights like these they breathed in regrets of a shattered past.
Lingered as smoke rings in a half empty room.

There is no stopping a train destined from jumping it's tracks .

Simply let it pass howling into the night sparks from the rails a madness with no room for any so keep your distance or taste it's wraith.

Sink the needle and understand the shadows as a fool such as I.

Never Stand in the way of a man and his demons .

For beneath the surface you will find a darkness that can consume you
both.

Never regret closing that door my dear.

for a taste of fire is but a false promise and I was only lost in myself

Please never regret simply sit in the dark and know the emptiness as a fraction of a moments bliss .

That once was you and I.

The night's music speaks so haunting lingers forever even when the flesh has became cold.


And so shall the door remain closed .
S h e   h a d   d r e a m t   o f   i t   a l l   o f   h e r   l i f e .
O n e   d a y   h e r   j o y   t o   b e   a   w i f e .
A   l i t t l e   g i r l   w i t h   w o n d e r s   t o   f a c e .
S o   l o v i n g .
S o   k i n d .
S u c h   a   w o n d r o u s   c h i l d .

P l a y i n g   f o r e v e r   a l l   a l o n e .
P l a s t i c   c h i l d r e n   n o w ,   o n e   d a y   h e r   o w n .  
A   l i t t l e   g i r l   l o v e   w o u l d   b e   h e r   g o a l .
S u c h   l o v e .  
S u c h   k i n d n e s s .
S u c h   a   w o n d r o u s   c h i l d . .

I s o l a t e d .   A   l o n e l y   l i t t l e   m i s s .
W i t h   a   c h i l d h o o d   o f   p r a c t i c e .
A i m s   s e t   a t   s u c h   a   t e n d e r   a g e .
S o   m u c h   l o v e   t o   g i v e .
S o   m u c h   k i n d n e s s   t o   s h a r e .
S u c h   a   w o n d r o u s   c h i l d .

Y e a r s   r o l l e d   a l o n g   s o   f a s t .
T h e   m a n   o f   h e r   d r e a m s   a r r i v e d   a t   l a s t .
F i n a l l y   h e r   d r e a m s   w e r e   r e a l i z e d .  
I n   l o v e   w i t h   h i m .
H i m   s o   k i n d .  
S u c h   a   w o n d r o u s   h e r o .

S o   h a p p y   a n d   s o   c o n t e n t .
W a s   h e a v e n   s e n t   o n   a   p l a t e .
A   w e d d i n g   t o   b e a t   t h e m   a l l .
T h e y   l o v e d .
K i n d r e d   s p i r i t s .
S u c h   a   w o n d e r f u l   m a r r i a g e .

T h e   n e w s   w i p e d   a w a y   h e r   d r e a m s .
H e r   m e m o r i e s   w e r e   a l l   e x t r e m e s .
W o n d e r i n g   w h a t   s h e   h a d   d o n e .  
H e   l o v e d   t o   r o a m .
W a s   k i n d   t o   o t h e r s .
S u c h   w a s   h i s   d e m e a n o u r .

  C h i l d l e s s   w a s   t o   b e   h e r   r o l e .
T h e   b e a t i n g s   h a d   t a k e n   a   t o l l .
H e   h a d   t a k e n   a w a y   h e r   d r e a m s .
Y e t   s h e   s t i l l   l o v e d   h i m .
K i n d n e s s   n o   m o r e .
S h e   w a s   s u c h   a   w o n d r o u s   t a r g e t .

W a r n i n g s   h a d   g o n e   a s t r a y .
F r o m   f r i e n d s   s h e   h a d   h i d   a w a y .
S t i l l   u n a b l e   t o   w a l k   a w a y .
H o p i n g   f o r   h i s   l o v e .
S h e   d r e a m t   h e   w a s   k i n d .
S u c h   a   w o n d r o u s   d r e a m e r .

S h e   l i v e s   i n   a n o t h e r   w o r l d   n o w .
S u c h   m e m o r i e s   a s   w h y ?   A n d   h o w ?
A   l i t t l e   g i r l   w i t h   w o n d e r s   t o   f a c e .
S o   l o v i n g .
S o   k i n d .
S u c h  a  t r a g i c  d r e a m e r .
19th March 2015
H e l l o   t h e r e   F r e d d y   A b b e r l i n e .
I   s u p p o s e   t h a t   I   a m   o n   y o u r   m i n d .
Y o u   m a y   t h i n k   I ? m   a   t a d   u n k i n d .  
A   m a n   w h o m   i s n ? t   s o   r e f i n e d .
A   t o t a l l y   i n t o l e r a n t   s w i n e .  
P l e a s e   t e l l   m e   F r e d d y   A b b e r l i n e .

Y o u   w a l k   t h e   h a l l s   o f   S c o t l a n d   Y a r d .
Y o u r   t h i n k i n g   r e a l l y   v e r y   h a r d .
O f   h o w   y o u ? d   l i k e   t o   m a r k   m y   c a r d .
Y o u ? d   h a p p i l y   s e e   m e   e n c l o s e d   a n d   b a r r e d .
P e r h a p s   t h e   t w o   o f   u s   a r e   t a r r e d .
I s   t h a t   t r u e   F r e d d y   A b b e r l i n e .

I   t h i n k   d e e p   d o w n   y o u   l o v e   t h e   w h o r e .
T h e   o n e s   I   t a k e   t h e   t i m e   t o   l u r e .
A n d   a l l   o f   t h e m   a r e   f a r   f r o m   p u r e .
U n t i l   t h e   n e x t   s l u t   I   d o   s k e w e r .
Y o u   w i l l   n e v e r   b e   q u i t e   s u r e .
W h o ? s   n e x t   t h e n   F r e d d y   A b b e r l i n e .

H a v e   y o u   f o u n d   i m p o r t a n t   c l u e s .
I t s   I   t h a t   g o t   y o u   i n   t h e   n e w s .
B y   t r y i n g   o n   t h a t   l i t t l e   r u s e .
M y   m a r k i n g s   t h a t   y o u   d i d   n o t   u s e .  
T h e   o n e s   t h a t   b l a m e d   t h e   b l o o d y   j u w e s .
I s   t h a t   s o   F r e d d y   A b b e r l i n e .

Y o u   k n o w   y o u ? l l   n e v e r   s e e   m y   f a c e .
F o r   y o u     w i l l   n e v e r   s o l v e   t h i s   c a s e .
I   a m   t h e   m a n   y o u   c a n n o t   t r a c e .
A n d   s o   y o u   l o s e   t h e   f i n a l   c h a s e .
P e r h a p s   r e t i r e   i n   d i s g r a c e .    
Y o u ? r e   l o s i n g   F r e d d y   A b b e r l i n e .

I   k n o w   t o   c a t c h   m e   y o u   d o   p r a y .
A n d   m y   b o d y ,   y o u   w o u l d   s l a y .  
I f   o n l y   y o u   c o u l d   g e t   y o u r   w a y .
B u t   t h e r e   w i l l   n e v e r   c o m e   a   d a y .
F o r   I   a m   g o i n g   f a r   a w a y .
G o o d b y e   t h e n   F r e d d y   A b b e r l i n e .  

A n d   a s   y o u r   a g e   a n d   s i g h t   i m p a i r .
Y o u r   r e c o l l e c t i o n s   b e c o m i n g   r a r e .
T h e   c o l o u r   w h i t e   i s   i n   y o u r   h a i r .
W h i l s t   s i t t i n g   i n   y o u r   r o c k i n g   c h a i r .
W e   b o t h   a r e   f r e e   w i t h o u t   a   c a r e .
R e m e m b e r   F r e d d y   A b b e r l i n e .
    
A n d   s o   i t   i s   t h e n   t h a t   y o u   d i e .
F r o m   m o r t a l   c o i l   s a y   g o o d b y e .
W i t h   s p r o u t e d   w i n g s   o f f   y o u   w i l l   f l y .
U p   t o   y o u r   h e a v e n   i n   t h e   s k y .
A n d   f o r   y o u r   s o r r o w   I   m a y   c r y .
I   m i s s   y o u   F r e d d y   A b b e r l i n e .

P e r h a p s   i n   a n o t h e r   l i f e   w e ? l l   m e e t .
A n d   i t   m a y   w e l l   b e   m e   y o u   g r e e t .
A s   y o u   c r o s s   t h a t   b u s y   s t r e e t .
A n d   a s   g r e a t   f r i e n d s   w e   w o n ? t   b e   b e a t .
N o w   w o u l d n ? t   t h a t   b e   q u i t e   a   t r e a t .
M y   b e s t   f r i e n d   F r e d d y   A b b e r l i n e
Part of my Jack the Ripper Series
Posted 18 March 2015
Y e s   o f f i c e r   I   c a n   r e c a l l  
l a s t   n i g h t   I   s a w   M i s s   K e l l y .
S h e   w a v e d   t o   m e   f r o m ,  
i n t e r i o r   o f   f i n e   c a r r i a g e .
I n s i d e   s h e   s u p p e d   o n   w i n e  
a n d   f e d   o n   l u s c i o u s   g r a p e .
a n d   t h e   m o n e y   s h e   w a s   p a s s e d ,  
d i d   n o t   d i s p a r a g e .

B u t   s h e   p a s t   m e   v e r y   q u i c k l y  
a n d   f u l l y   d r u n k   w a s   I .
I   f i n d   i t   h a r d   t o  
r e m e m b e r   a n y   m o r e .  
B u t   t h e   o w n e r   w a s   a   m a n   o f   w o r t h ,  
f o r   h i s   c o a c h m a n   w a s   w e l l   c l a d -
a n d   t h e r e   w a s   a   g o l d   i n s i g n i a ,  
p r i n t e d   o n   t h e   c a r r i a g e   d o o r .

M y   f i n a l   r e c o l l e c t i o n ,  
w a s   t h e   s m i l i n g   f a c e   o f   s h e .
I   d o   b e l i e v e   s h e   t h o u g h t  
t h a t   s h e   h a d   m a d e   a   d e c e n t   s c o r e .
B u t   t h e   t h o u g h t   o f   h e r   t r a n s p o r t e d  
t o   h e r   d e a t h   b e f o r e   m y   e y e s .
I   a m   o f   m i n d   t o   c h a n g e   m y   w a y s  
a n d   n o   l o n g e r   s h a l l   I   w h o r e .

T h i s   w a y   o f   l i f e   i t   s e e m s  
h a s   o f t e n   p u t   u s   g i r l s   a t   r i s k ,
I t   h a s   a l w a y s   b e e n   t h i s   w a y
f o r   a   l a d y   o f   t h e   n i g h t .
B u t   o n   s e e i n g   M a r y   K e l l y  
c u t   u p   a n d   l e f t   f o r   a l l   t o   s e e
h a s   m a d e   m e   w a n t   t o   l e a v e  
m y   L o n d o n   a n d   t a k e   f l i g h t .

I   a m   s o r r y   t h a t   I   h e l p   y o u   n o t  
w i t h   w h a t   I   r e c o l l e c t -
f o r   I   p r a y   y o u   c a t c h   t h i s   f e l l o w  
a n d   h a n g   h i m   u p o n   h i g h .
B u t   I   t r e a d   t h i s   p l a c e   n o   l o n g e r ,  
i t ? s   n o t   w o r t h   i t   n o w   I   s e e .
S o   a l l   t h a t   I   h a v e   l e f t   t o   s a y ,  
d e a r   P o l i c e m a n   i s   g o o d b y e .

I f   y o u   n e e d   t o   s p e a k   a g a i n   t o   m e ,  
h e r e   i s   m y   n e w   a d d r e s s .
I   w i l l   n e v e r   m o r e   s e e   L o n d o n   t o w n ,  
n o t   e v e n   a s   a   t r i p p e r .
F o r   I   k n o w   t h a t   M a r y   K e l l y ,  
c o u l d   o f   e a s i l y   b e e n   m e -
w h o   h a d   f a l l e n   t o   t h e   b e a s t ,  
c a l l e d   ? J a c k   t h e   R i p p e r .
Part of my Jack the Ripper Series.
Posted on 18 March 2015
 Mar 2015
Poetic T
She was like art still and silent
Beauty in the water, like a mirror
The essence of her shone from the
Halogen lights above.

She was like a picture, motionless
But still, her brushstrokes were
Grace upon skin, her moment
Was in this place, pictures taken
Of her pose of her posture frozen
in this place.

She was a beauty in the bath tub,
Her face in this lake of red, hiding
The deed, buried in temped water,
No longer pure, tainted by a final
Motion, claiming a last breath.

She was a beauty of refined allure,
But now her crimson glistened, refracted
Upon the light shining down a rainbow
Of shaded reds now greets all through
The heaven white doors.

She is the bath tub beauty now dead..
 Mar 2015
Poetic T
A touch of velvet, like angel
Feathers brushing against my
Face, I feel your fingers caress my
Features like an artist, you know the
Contours of my face.

I love you my
Darling, your love
I embrace.

Fists like barbed wire across my
Cheek, grazing my skin as a
Droplet like a tear falls from
My face.

You scratch at me like razors
On flesh, across my skin and face,
Your voice of rage distorts the
Beauty in your face, no love can
Be heard behind this rage.

I cant take this cold to hot
And in-between, I never
Know which person I'm speaking
to when I look at your face.

I love you, but I must leave, I
Cant take this Jade and heidi
Personallity, I dont know who
Is going to speak, know that
I love you, but now I must leave
This love. And you must face your
Demons before it is to late.
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