WASH AWAY MY SORROW

Wash away my sorrow and pain.

Let it flow the streets with the rain.

The ocean takes it far away

To places, we cannot say.

Where no one can feel its sharpened sting

Or know the infliction it may bring.

Let the rain grow harder with might,

Hailing on this dark, fateful night.

I want to be free of all traces

Of unwanted feelings and faces.

My body grows cold from the rain,

Standing clean and free from the pain.

I hold my head high to the wet spray

as it turns into a mist of gray.

Once the faucet has shut for the night,

I’m left at peace with the coming light.

DEATH COMES TO TOWN

I look out the 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 http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

(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

http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP

http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

 

 

MOONLIGHT PAIN

rememberless:
“ Photo taken and edited by me
”
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...

 

rememberless:

 

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 

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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

psychotic-southern-belle:</p> <p>Haunting picture.<br /> Should we continue on our<br /> way to this dark house or<br /> should turn around and run?<br /> Is that a bat flying toward us?<br /> The house-drawn carriage<br /> is leaving at a quick pace.<br /> I believe we should follow<br /> its example and run to the hills!</p> <p>

psychotic-southern-belle:

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!