BENEATH THE CITY
Take me down the road.
All the way down.
Beneath the city.
To what lies below.
To the darkest depths.
Where no one dares to tread.
To the real city.
View of Mt. Fuji from Mt. Tenjo on a cloudy winter morning
Night into day.
Day into night.
I’m swept away
As I hold tight.
The night numbs me,
Making me cold.
The days rush by
As I grow old.
I prefer day
When the sun shines.
The night is fey,
Dark through the pines.
Night into day.
Day into night.
Days become grey,
No strength to fight.
A path through the forest,
covered with fallen trees and tangled shrubbery.
Bushes shake.
Animals scurry into hiding.
Leaves fall.
Birds flee.
I must find my way home.
Darkness envelopes the path.
I can’t move.
Vines twirl around my feet.
I’m trapped.
The forest has taken me.
The evil lies within.
Each of us has the voice.
The voice enticing us to be bad.
It offers suggestions for revenge.
Immoral ways to succeed.
It never sleeps.
It appears in our nightmares.
Forever ready to lead us
down dark pathways.
Always on the hunt for
new followers.
We don’t have to feed it.
But let it starve.
Source: whitechapelwitch
The house sits alone,
Night after night.
Ghosts inhabit its walls.
Demons live below its floors,
Waiting for the night
When the moon bleeds red
And shadows walk tall.
Lights shine through the windows.
Sounds creep from the basement.
It’s time.
The hallway waits.
It beckons.
A green light shows the way.
Closed doors on either side.
Cries fill the air.
A coldness descends.
Then total silence.
I inch forward.
I peer into a room.
A wheelchair sits empty.
Voices.
I step into the hallway
and follow the sounds.
The door at the end stands open.
Surgeons stand around a table.
They turn and smile at me.
They fade from sight.
Then I’m on the table.
Doctors stand above me.
I must escape.
A scalpel descends.
Too late.
Soon you’ll join us.
Walkers of the night.
Seekers of the dark.
Stand straight.
Claim what is yours.
Before the morning light.
THE DEAD GAME
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