(Source: stendec)
I gaze from my window
and what do I see?
A storm growing in force
and coming for me.
Death comes to town.
It has its own name.
The one that I know
is called The Dead Game.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
dark night
MOONLIGHT PAIN
I cry alone in the dark night.
The sun refuses to share light.
Lit by a fire from within.
Moonlight hits me like a sharp pin.
I grow paler by the day.
In this world I cannot stay.
Without light I will die.
My white petals will fly.
I’m left to be a thin stick
As I grow tired and sick.
CHARIOTS OF HELL
Dark blue clouds fill the whole sky.
Puffy cotton balls up high.
Rumbling sounds all around.
Crashing noises of loud sound.
Chariots of hell are coming here.
We need to get away before they near.
Hell has opened to let them out.
They come for us all this dark night.
THE DEAD GAME
HIT ME HARD
Photographer Veselin Malinov captured this incredible shot of enormous waves along the coast of Portugal
Hit me hard.
Pummel my walls.
Reach my tower.
Dim my light.
But I still stand strong.
Wash away my tears.
Flood my floors.
Climb my sides.
But I still stand strong.
Darken the skies.
Blacken the night.
Moan in fury.
But I will always stand strong.
COME WITH ME INTO THE NIGHT
Guess who?
It’s me, honey.
I’ve had a long day at work.
It has made me feel grumpy.
I feel changed in some way.
Do my hands feel furry?
They look furry to me.
All of a sudden I’m hungry.
Hungry for you, my darling.
Come with me.
We’ll dance in the moonlight.
The night holds mystery and romance.
There are creatures who walk the night.
Come with me…
THE DEAD GAME
HAUNTED HOUSE
Haunting picture.
Should we continue on our
way to this dark house or
should turn around and run?
Is that a bat flying toward us?
The house-drawn carriage
is leaving at a quick pace.
I believe we should follow
its example and run to the hills!
