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Alice Svane
The darkness approaches.
It encroaches.
We’re cocooned in its shell.
Hidden in its depths.
Lost in its silence.
I will close my shutters.
Shut my windows.
But it still enters.
depths
A COLD HELL
Blackness beckons.
Fingers grab me.
Teeth rip at me.
Fish beside me.
THE DEAD below.
Laughter fills the void.
A cold hell for me.
I am lost.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
I AM LOST
Source:words-in-the-paradise
Blackness calls.
It beckons.
Fingers grab me.
Teeth rip me.
Fish surround.
Cold depths.
Laughter rains.
A cold hell.
I am lost.
THE EDGE
Source:pirism
A walk to the edge.
A dip in the ocean.
A dive into the unknown.
It will soon cover me
With its soothing wetness.
Am I ready?
BENEATH THE CITY
Source:roybrandys
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.
THE CRIMSON REFLECTION
Source:travel-story
THE CRIMSON REFLECTION
The sky’s crimson reflection
mars the ocean’s blue surface.
As the sun sets for the night,
it hides behind the darkening clouds.
The sky dips into its bag of tricks
to bring forth a yellowed moon.
As the sky becomes inky black,
the water flows blood red.
From the murky depths,
dark creatures rise this night.
Onto our crisp white shores, they walk,
leaving bloody footprints in the sand.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
