Purple sprays my face.
Orange blinds my eyes.
Ice coats my toes.
Salt whips my hair.
I shut my eyes and walk.
My heels dig into the wet sand.
I move deeper into the water.
Waves attack my shivering body.
I waver for a moment.
Then I continue my journey.
I slit my eyes open.
The sky burns red.
The sun has lowered its face.
I stand in icy water in muted colors of amber.
Time to return to the shore.
Or not.
I continue to walk.
Water surrounds me.
Icy water.
I’m pulled deeper.
Waves drag me
from the shore.
I swim.
I tread water.
My head above the water,
I will survive.
Blackness beckons.
Fingers grab me.
Teeth rip at me.
Fish beside me.
THE DEAD below.
Laughter fills the void.
A cold hell for me.
I am lost.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
Source: ponkeee
JOY
Joy can be found in the footsteps.
A romp through the cold water.
Follow me through the sand.
Let our footsteps trail a path
For others to find their way.
The island calls to me.
It whispers my name.
The bridge sighs.
It weeps for me.
I walk across.
It wobbles to and fro.
I hold tight to the ropes.
One step gives way.
And so does the next.
The sides unravel.
I can’t move.
Time stands still.
I’m falling.
Cold water hits my face.
Silence now takes it turn.
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 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.
