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Seek, and you shall find
what the mind may hide.
Follow the soft sighs
to where the bird flies.
Dig deeper into your dream
as you float with the stream.
Time will never end
nor will it ever bend.
Enjoy the here and now
as I give my last bow.
I see him in my mind’s eye.
He is dead, and so am I.
He floats alone in the ocean.
We have taken the dark potion.
He drifts near,
Without fear.
I long to touch his face,
Not of the human race.
My spirit glides free.
And soon so shall he.
Separate - 180425
The void swallows me.
I fall into the darkness.
Silence engulfs me.
I free-fall in space.
Gravity, my enemy.
No place left to hide.
I keep my eyes shut.
When will I hit rock bottom?
The air turns chilly.
My descent goes fast.
I’ve come to my bitter end.
Life is in the past.
I reach for it.
I clench my fist.
I can’t grasp it.
It flows through my fingers.
It can’t be stopped.
I drop my hand,
and bow my head to it.
The end has grown near.
The end we hold dear.
The sun hides its face,
No longer in its place.
There’s nowhere to hide.
Is time on our side?
THE DEAD are here.
There’s much to fear.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
In a time, where death
follows your footsteps,
and no one is safe,
escape to a place,
where life and death merge
to become one existence
that continues for eternity.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
Death walks the street
to its own crazy heartbeat.
Do we allow it to run free
and take victims at whim?
We won’t permit more to
succumb to its darkness.
We will fight the demons
to hell and back.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
Red hot waves lap at the shore,
bringing with them blood and gore.
Paradise has come to an end.
Death is right around the bend.
Florida will never be the same
once we play The Dead Game.
THE DEAD GAME
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 Wave Breaking Beneath the Pier, Folly Beach, SC
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How can it be here,
my ultimate fear?
A force to be reckoned,
Growing by the second.
Thrashing waves at the shore,
I can’t take it anymore.
My dying wish can’t be
to be consumed by the sea.
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SUSANNE LEIST 