ONLY THE DEAD KNOW

ONLY THE DEAD KNOW

We might look human,
but we’re not.

We might act human,
but we love to kill.

Our fearless leader
shows no mercy.

Who is he?

Will he show his face?

Only The Dead know.

The Dead Game

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PARTY WITH THE DEAD

 

 

Follow me to the clearing,

where the trees part in fear.

The Dead come to play,

and the La Santa Muerte rule.

Bring your sacrifices.

Your wishes will come true.

The female Grim Reaper is all-powerful.

The taste of blood can be sweet.

She will grant wishes of  revenge

to your bitter heart’s content.

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EVIL

 

The house explodes.

It shatters from within

and topples to the sea.

No trace left behind

of its evil existence

or The Dead.

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THE DARKNESS INSIDE


 

THE DARKNESS INSIDE

 

Teeth glisten in the dark

as I walk through the park.

I stop in my tracks in fear,

not knowing what can be near.

 

I stand quietly and listen,

but I only see the glisten.

Soft footsteps ring out behind me.

I’m not waiting around to see.

 

Then I happen to glance down,

and my face droops in a frown.

The fanged smile floats on the lily pond.

Of my reflection, I’m not so fond.

 

It reveals the darkness inside

that I’ve always failed to hide.

WASH AWAY MY SORROW


 

WASH AWAY MY SORROW

 

 

Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow down the streets with the rain.
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on its way past the madness.

The ocean may take it far away,
To places, we cannot even say.
Where no one recognizes its sting 
Or knows the infliction it can bring.

Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.

My body grows cold from the rain.
It stands clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path down my spine,
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.

I hold my head high to the wet spray.
It becomes a mist of blue and grey.
The faucet has turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and so right.

DARK AS THE NIGHT


 

DARK AS THE NIGHT

 

 

I walk with the living at day,

They do not hear a word I say.

They believe I’m alive like them,

But I’m stronger than any men.

I run like the wind past the trees,

Fly through the sky faster than bees.

My true self is hidden away,

I might be a little fey.

At night I walk with others,

They’re close to me like brothers.

“Who am I?” you might ask.

I might take you to task.

Take care not to open that door,

You’ll be in hell forevermore.