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Tyler Noseworthy Jan 2010
When the ghouls are about and all darkness can creep
We can but lay in silence, yet no one can sleep

For the fear welling up, from within each own
Will tear us apart, crimson red to the bone

The only light, peering round each wall
Given by an Orange figure, shape of a ball

It lurks around hidden walkways looking for one
One perfect victim for its magnificent run

The special is picked through sheer lottery, it seems
By the fear in their heart, and the strings on their seams

Control them like puppets, lifeless at heart
Heart there is none, no heart to take part

In this game of trickery, of deceipt, of lies
When all light rains down, and all darkness shall rise

Up to the top of the tall cloud-driven peak
Where all pure essence resides, all trying to seek

For the golden key to our souls, our chastity of fear
And it shall always overwhelm us, this time of year
Tyler Noseworthy Jan 2010
Did you ever stop and wonder why? Just think for a moment, dear.. That life was filled with agony, to strike us down with fear. To crush us down, and peck our souls, till no bone can be found..

It's to make us happy..

.. Happy when we meet someone special, the one, as some say. This one, they become.. More than a friend.. Hearts collide, lips mingle, and fingers intertwine..

This must be love..

Love like the most sweetest of white roses, her glistening petals flowing vibrantly along an oceanic view of pure wonder.. Tears are shed over emotions, none happier.. Or sadder, than those shed for love.

So why do we try..?

Because, as beings.. Our primal instincs lead us on, to find.. That one.. To make us happy, and share our love.

But.. Something's missing..

You may have kissed, you may have hugged.. But something feels, just not-so-right.. What could it be? Will we ever know? It's for the sands of time show us when, softly falling, ticking, to our inevitable end.. The hands of fate, to pull us through, into what we would never have done..

The inevitable.. Can be avoided..

You see the light, at the end of this perilous tunnel.. Turn back, now is not your time.. The sands keep falling, the hands keep pulling..

.. You must stay with the one you love

Don't lose sight, of what your heart tells you.. Your mind says left, your gut says turn around.. Your heart soars you into the sky..

It is that obvious I miss you, my love..
Your sparkling skin
Volputuous eyes
Wondrous smile

.. I cannot lie

.. This is love
Tyler Noseworthy Jan 2010
They say, the eyes are a passageway into the soul
Say I, they are the ushers, who accept the toll
Upon taking your heart, they will open up for you
Meeting most, it seems, they are afraid to go through

That to go through, like I have, is a most wonderous choice
Perfect, a path it opens, for which you have your own voice
Someone else, who fits completely with your pitch and tone
You bond more personally, together forever, never alone

Will they keep up?
Stay in perfect harmony?
Together they'll find out.
Forever, like you and me.
Tyler Noseworthy Jan 2010
The images of your beating heart
Fall trace inside your hazel eyes
Remnants within, breaking apart
Ripped apart, by another's lies

Your torn-up heart beats to a different rhythm
One in complete synchronicity to my own
Your emotions have jumped, going out on a wim
Now, no longer will you be left alone

For my heart beats, in response, adoring your tempo
My soul, in shock, gets lost in your intoxicating eyes
My arms, get trapped, around your voluptuous waist
And my lips, they steal, the most luscious of kisses

To drown in your eyes, would be an end most fitting
For one, like myself, who adores them finely so
To harm them, would be a crime worth a beating
I'll protect them with my life, no matter the show

To press you against me, pulling at your waist
Slender, and feminine, the most perfect of shapes
Never to be apart, stuck together with paste
Together forever, like one vine to two grapes

Before leaning in for that one special moment
When two lips conjoin, and become a whole
If broken apart, I would write a lament
To which, my life would be the eternal toll

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