TRAPPED IN HELL

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Sascha Schneider (German, 1870–1927), Eichenwald auf Ruegen (Oak Forest on Ruegen Island), 1925

 

The forest grows dark.

It comes alive.

Wood arms reach for me.

Roots uncurl from the ground.

Trees shake and dance.

As the wind moans.

Dark shadows follow me.

Moonlight teases me.

I’m trapped in hell,

where the sun doesn’t shine.

 

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

INTO THE TUNNEL

thedeadgameblog:
“ Into the tunnel we are thrown.
Been more careful if I had known.
We’re falling down a dark abyss.
Please someone give us an assist.
We’re falling too hard and fast.
This nightmare better not last.
Our time has come to an end
As we...

 

(Source: rexisky)

Into the tunnel we are thrown.

Been more careful if I had known.

We’re falling down a dark abyss.

Please someone give us an assist.

 

We’re falling too hard and fast.

This nightmare better not last.

Our time has come to an end

As we fly around the bend.

 

The Dead are waiting for us below.

I can hear them yelling out hello.

We land with a thump and a bang.

I’m now facing a big fat fang.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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THE NIGHT’S EVIL PLIGHT

 

 

 

Cover me with your yellow light.

Hide me from the night’s evil plight.

Take me in your arms and shield me.

Come down to me on bended knee.

I need you tonight and forever more.

Hold me so tight until I’m hurt and sore. 

LOST

 

 

Imprisoned beneath the earth.

Trapped for centuries.

A family lost to darkness.

Stuck between worlds.

For eternity.

Only one could save them.

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WALK INTO THE NIGHT

 

 

Walls surround me,

but I see past them.

Concrete blocks me,

but I tunnel through.

The stars sparkle.

The moon shines.

I raise my arm.

Walls disappear.

I walk into the night.

FOUR MEN

 

I see men

Walking

In the cold

Coming closer to my home.

Snow swirls around them.

Feet crunch on ice.

Four of them.

Why are they here?

Four men.

The window mists from my breath.

It fogs my view.

I must run.

I must hide.

Four men.

 

DARK OF NIGHT

 

A shadow appears.

Dark as the night.

Moving closer.

Encompassing all.

An opening hole.

Of death and despair.

The grass trembles.

Flattened by its footsteps.

Beneath its terrible burden.

But it’s too late.

It’s here.

But I’m not.