It lights quick.
It burns fast.
I’m left alone in its wake
with the burnt ashes of my heart.
It lights quick.
It burns fast.
I’m left alone in its wake
with the burnt ashes of my heart.
The news can be deadly.
It can be lethal.
Dangerous to your health.
A fire never quenched.
They come from the deep.
They come when you sleep.
On waves of ice and stone,
They’ll burn you to the bone.
Fire burns hot in the ice.
It doesn’t feel so nice.
When it hits your body,
Time for them to party.
The Dead love to eat.
Humans their best treat.
Stay far from the shore,
Or they’ll ask for more.
THE DEAD GAME
Burn baby burn.
Your blood runs hot.
Oozing down the stem.
Dripping to the ground.
Leaving mounds of red.
Where buds will spring up.
And take their rightful place.
In the world of the nonliving,
They will fight for him.
The evil one.
The Dead one.
THE DEAD GAME
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In the bleak whiteness
I stand out.
In the freezing landscape
I burn hot.
In the colorless background
I am pink.
See me.
Touch me.
Love me.
Burn baby burn.
Your blood runs hot.
Oozing down the stem.
Dripping to the ground.
Leaving mounds of red.
Where buds will spring up.
And take their rightful place.
In the world of The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME
Not so easy to kill The Dead.
A knife through the eye.
Won’t kill them.
A drink of poison.
Won’t kill them.
Let’s add some sunlight.
A sure hot spot for them.
A beheading for dinner.
Will clear the riffraff away.
A witch’s spell could do the trick.
Be careful of your weapon of choice.
The Dead don’t die easily.
THE DEAD GAME
They come from the deep.
They come when you sleep.
On waves of ice and stone.
They’ll burn you to the bone.
Fire burns hot in the ice.
It doesn’t feel so nice.
When it hits your body,
Time for them to party.
The Dead love to eat.
Humans their best treat.
Stay far from the shore,
Or they’ll ask for more.
THE DEAD GAME
Stars falling to the sea.
There’s no way this could be.
Heaven’s tears are being shed.
And I’m hiding in my bed.
I must run down to the sea.
I don’t care what happens to me.
I’m afraid for the poor stars.
So far from the moon and Mars.
They hit the water and sigh.
Their bright light sizzles and dies.
This won’t be the end of them
If heaven’s tears I could stem.