Blake Foxx Poems

It always starts out simple,
maybe something sweet.
Just a little candy, no harm
at all.
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Her soft petals reaching forth,
grasping my body and pulling
me into her sweet embrace.
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My shadow withers around, an eater of light.
He is my plague and shadow,
the stalker in plane site.
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It is everywhere,
always everywhere.
I see it trotting,
killing the earth beneath.
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He flys in despair.
Acts as if nothings wrong,
like its a perfect sunny day.
Your wrong though, its
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There's this thing, a thing I dream of
Most people call it nothing, but I, only
me, see it as something great. I see
it as my sacred white, my Sacre Blanc.
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They call it happines...
Others call it stupid...

Maybe its not stupid but
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Quick, deadly, precise.
The ultimate hunters.
No meer being stands in
comparison to the pack.
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When darkness falls,
hell arise's. Shrouding
the world with the peace
of a silent beauty.
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Remembering
Every
Great
Reminisence
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