Thomas Ware Poems

Seeded from the stars,
These things devour,
They live to mar but are unscarred,
Down in the deep they cower.
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The arcaneum lies,
And metastasizes through the hope of a prize,
And when you die,
And rise into the skies,
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The hero did embark along,
A quest immortalized in song,
A quest along a rocky road,
But where it ended, none now know.
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I can't understand,
This longing deep within my chest,
It aches and burns and it is cold and red,
And it's like a black hole,
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When the night falls and the evening rises,
When the day breaks and the dawn surprises,
The dark departs and the light leaves,
And left is only barren trees,
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Loathing and contempt inside me war,
To be unleashed and spread beyond this shadowed door,
And yet though indisposed the door is yet closed.
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Normality is an illusion;
But for those skeletons in our closets it may still remain ours;
But those dry bones do not rest easy, nay,
And return to haunt us, day by day.
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The blood runs stale down broken floors,
The red seeps down between the cracks,
Memory of fresh and forgotten horrors,
The innocent held down beneath the axe.
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Who is to say what happiness is best?
Many claim to know the secret,
But few that I have met can claim success.
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There's a fire inside of me,
Crying out for the knife,
Others and me die helplessly,
Living off, veins running with strife.
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