I WALK ALONE

 

I walk alone.

In dead silence.

The wind flees.

The moon hides.

I walk alone.

Death is my companion.

Fear is my weapon.

Hell is my home.

I walk alone.

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WHO GOES THERE?

THE FINAL BELL

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Walk to the end.

A long walk alone.

Clouds hang low.

Quiet reigns supreme.

Darkness abounds.

One foot in front of the other.

Moving closer to the end.

Does heaven wait for me?

I close my eyes in acceptance.

Fate has rung her final bell.

FEEL THE GREEN

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FEEL THE GREEN

 

A seat on a bench is what I seek,

But a veil of green taunts for a peek.

It pulls me deeper into the maze.

I follow in a dark kind of daze.

Squawks and shrieks call to me

As I try to break free.

Branches wrap tight around my neck.

On my cheek, I feel a light peck.

I look up to eyes so blue and true.

I cannot believe it’s only you.

I’m in my bed safe and sound

With no horror to be found.

ALONE IN THE DARK


I sit alone by the table.
I hear voices.
Sounds of movement.
Sounds of life.

I reach out.
I feel something smooth.
A plate.
A meal.

Smells tickle my nose.
Aromas of chicken.
Sweet smells of pudding.
Smells of life.

What color is the food?
Is the sun shining?
Are the faces around me young or old?
So many questions.

Questions I can’t answer,
I’ve never been able to answer.
For I’ve been blind,
Living in the dark for years.

The nursing home is now my prison.
I sit alone, 
Ignored by the staff,
Poked by the nurses.

This is not the ending
I would have envisioned for myself. 
A darkness too encompassing.
A sadness too overwhelming. 

 

 

TO HEAL A WITCH

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Or so they say.

I follow them into the woods

to the house waiting in the distance.

They roam at night

under the full moon.

The Dead walk among them,

or so we are told.

THE DEAD GAME