Take me in your arms
as your darkness surrounds me.
Bring me to the outer limits
of your hope and despair.
Delight me with your cold depths,
waiting in the wetness beyond.
IN YOUR ARMS
arms
TRAPPED IN HELL
Sascha Schneider (German, 1870–1927), Eichenwald auf Ruegen (Oak Forest on Ruegen Island), 1925
The forest grows dark.
It has come alive.
Wooden arms reach for me.
Roots uncurl from the ground.
Trees shake and dance
to the moans of the wind.
Dark shadows follow me.
Moonlight teases me.
I’m trapped in hell,
where the sun doesn’t shine.
THE DEAD GAME
COLD DEPTHS
Source:harborware
Take me in your arms,
As your darkness surrounds me.
Bring me to the outer limits
Of your hope and despair.
Delight me with your cold depths,
Waiting in the wetness beyond.
SPARKLE FOR ME
Source:words-in-the-paradise
Sparkle for me ocean blue.
I’ve come here only for you.
Your beauty tempts me this night.
I have given up the fight.
Wrap you cold arms around me.
I long to be light and free.
Pull me deeper inside.
I have long lost my pride.
Your water feels cold and nice.
I’ve become a block of ice.
Icicles hang from my hair.
But I don’t have any fear.
Warm me.
Soothe me.
Hold me.
Feel me.
I trusted you.
I had loved you.
I am nothing.
I am no more.
SADNESS FOLLOWS ME
Sadness follows me
wherever I go.
It haunts me
in all its forms.
There’s no escape
from its long arms.
I close my eyes
to see its long shadow.
HOPE AND DESPAIR
Source:harborware
Take me in your arms.
Hold me close.
I want to feel your darkness.
Take me to the limits.
Of your hope and despair.
Into the cold depths.
To the wetness beyond.
WOMAN IN THE WOODS
Dance in the woods.
Feel the wind
lifting your hair.
Raise your arms
to the sky.
Sway to the soft wind.
Listen.
No sounds.
No more winds.
Dance with the darkness.
Dance with the shadows.
Dance with death.
It comes quickly and swiftly.
No warning.
No sounds.
Only death.
THE DEAD GAME
This is what I had imagined when I was writing my book. Kind of creepy, isn’t it?
