A LITTLE MURDER

The mind can be a strange place. It can think up dark stories. With monsters and demons. A little murder and mayhem. Skulls and bones for decoration. Maybe your cup of tea is blood. Your coffee carries some poison. Let your mind roam the...

 

 

The mind can be a strange place.

It can create dark stories.

With monsters and demons.

A little murder and mayhem.

Skulls and bones for decoration.

Maybe your cup of tea is blood.

Your coffee carries poison.

Let your mind roam the darkness.

And maybe beyond.

BLUE MIDNIGHT

BLUE MIDNIGHT
A midnight so dark and blue.
It’s coming for me and you.
The tides are rising to a new height,
While fighting the shore with all their might.
The clear skies are dark blue.
The clouds are far and few.
The darkness brings us shadows and...

 

BLUE MIDNIGHT


A midnight so dark and blue.
It’s coming for me and you.
The tides are rising to a new height,
While fighting the shore with all their might.

The clear skies are dark blue.
The clouds are far and few.
The darkness brings us shadows and fears,
And people running away in tears.

I’ve heard about The Dead.
They fill my heart with dread.
It’s time to hide from death.
No time to take a breath. 

THE DEAD GAME

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I WALK ALONE

I walk alone at night
when the moon is full height.
The sky black as tar,
but I won’t walk far.
I search for the shadow
on a road so narrow.
I want to see who he’s become;
The Dead leader, the evil one.
THE DEAD...

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I walk alone at night

when the moon is full height.

The sky black as tar,

but I won’t walk far.

I search for the shadow

on a road so narrow.

I want to see who he’s become;

The Dead leader, the evil one.

THE DEAD GAME

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SHE HAUNTS ME

Glass figures adorn the house.
Quiet as a sleeping mouse.
Do they wake with the sun
To have some bit of fun?
This one is on a bed
With a hat on her head.
Were her eyes once brown?
Do they haunt the town?
I must get of this place.
I can still see her...

 

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Glass figures adorn the house.

Quiet as a sleeping mouse.

Do they wake with the sun

To have some bit of fun?

Were her eyes once brown?

Do they haunt the town?

I must leave this place.

I can see her face.

She will haunt my nights.

So will the dead sights.

THE DEAD GAME

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