NOT THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD
This is not the yellow brick road
that will lead you to fantasies.
This is the road of reality
that is determined by your choices.
Its course is charted by you.
Take care of the twists and turns.
It’s a ride of a lifetime.
Not so easy to kill The Dead.
A knife through the eye
won’t weaken them.
A drink of poison
won’t stop them.
Let’s add sunlight,
a sore spot for them.
A beheading for dinner
will slash them dead.
A witch’s spell
might do the trick.
Choose your weapon wisely
for The Dead are hard to kill.
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I walk alone.
In dead silence.
The wind flees.
The moon hides.
Man stays clear.
I walk alone.
Death is my companion.
Fear is my weapon.
Hell is my home.
I walk alone.
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The news can be deadly.
It can be lethal.
Dangerous to your health.
A fire never quenched.
Mirage – Polygon1993
I need focus.
My vision is blurry.
The world appears
as waves,
forever moving,
forever changing.
No purpose.
No reason.
I need to know why
we are here,
why am I alive.
I need focus.
BE STILL MY BEATING HEART
Can you feel your heart beating?
Is it beating too fast?
Do you feel trapped?
That is because you are.
You’re standing in a pool of water,
in the basement of End House,
wearing your party clothes.
There is a party,
but no host or guests.
The door behind you locks shut.
The only way is forward,
through the falling cages
with their sharp edges,
ready to ensnare their next victim.
Circular saws begin to descend,
looking for heads to slice off.
Run!
Run for your life!
The owner of End House takes no prisoners.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
A puff of smoke.
A flicker of light.
Life is sweet.
Life is memorable.
Life is short.
Life is fleeting.
Gone in a puff of smoke.
Don’t close your eyes.
Keep them wide open.
Dangers are lurking everywhere.
Poof!
A life is gone.
Is it yours?
Only THE DEAD
have the power.
Only THE DEAD
hold the cure.
Only THE DEAD
know who’s next.
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Write your story.
Add all the details.
Include all the people.
Leave no event untold.
Leave no rock unturned.
Write your book.
Your life story.
Write it in blood.
Look at the pretty sky.
Such beauty way up high.
Clouds drifting by so slowly
Like a shrine to what’s holy.
All of this will soon come to an end.
Don’t bother to search for a friend.
The moon will rise up in the night sky
Into the danger from what lurks high.
Dark shadows will descend onto the sand,
Shrieking louder than a marching band.
What do they want from our peaceful town?
Death and mayhem, all served with a frown.
Run for your life if you still can.
A danger for every man.
The Dead are here to stay.
They didn’t come to play.
THE DEAD GAME
A lamp post stands
in the forest.
Deserted woods
except for mist.
A wolf howls
in the distance.
A cold breeze hits me.
Is this a nightmare?
The rocks beneath my bare feet
feel hard and pointy.
Why am I barefooted?
And why am I dressed in
a nightgown?
A light flickers
in the lamp post.
I might not be alone.
I should run.
I can’t.
The end is near.
THE DEAD GAME has begun.
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