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“Institute Benjamenta” (1995)
Has he come for me?
I hear his footsteps.
The leaves stop rustling.
The wind stops blowing.
The silence is overpowering.
A stranglehold on my nerves.
Is he standing outside the door?
Waiting for me to open it.
I won’t.
I won’t let him in.
He wants me.
I refuse to become one of them.
THE DEAD GAME
I’m trapped in my own dark thoughts,
forever roaming beneath the twinkling stars.
I can see an open door in the distance,
offering possibilities beyond the here and now.
I want to escape from this dreary existence
to sample the tastes of the wide and far.
A closed door.
It can open to many things.
It can lead to a garden of flowers.
It can also lead to unspeakable horrors.
What are you in the mood for?
Do you want pretty flowers,
or do you want to explore the unknown?
The choice is yours.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
“Institute Benjamenta” (1995) dir. Timothy Quay, Stephen Quay
Has he come for me?
I hear his footsteps.
Walking up the steps.
The leaves stop rustling.
The wind stops blowing.
The silence is overpowering.
Is he standing outside the door,
Waiting for me to open it?
I won’t.
I won’t let him in.
He wants me.
I won’t become one of The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME
Welcome to our castle.
Not to be a hassle
But please knock on the door.
It will open for you and more.
Step inside and join our party.
Everyone eat hearty
Until midnight strikes doom on the head.
All will be gone except for The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
A DOOR TO THE UNKNOWN
A door sits in Oasis, Florida.
It waits to be opened.
Step over its threshold.
You may step into a dream
of floating stars and planets;
Or into your worst nightmare
of demons and the undead.
Be careful where you step.
Be careful what you wish for.
THE DEAD GAME
Step into my world
of vampires and witches.
Demons who walk alone
and creatures who think alike.
A door to the unknown
to take you far away.
A dimension not known to man
but only visited in our dreams.
Welcome to The Dead Game.
Your dreams will be soon be ours.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
All stories have an end.
This is mine.
I live behind this door.
No one visits.
As footsteps draw near,
I look out the peephole.
I never answer the bell.
I slink away into my dungeon
of lost hopes and dreams.
Neighbors stay away.
Family doesn’t care.
Would you?
They laugh
from within the walls.
I can hear them
but not see them.
The door opens to their den,
in the dungeons below.
Can Wolf save them?
Does he even want to?
THE DEAD GAME
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BRIGHT EYES
Bright eyes look out at me
from a jungle of trees.
Leaves rustle in the soft wind
or from some movement within.
I must get out of here.
I can not take this fear.
I am lost in the green see.
This isn’t where I want to be.
I left the party to open a closed door,
and here I am about to hit the floor.
I’m surrounded from each side.
There’s no place for me to hide.
A creepy plant is bowing to me.
It wants to take a bite out of me.
How did this party turn to hell?
I can now hear the dinner bell.
I’m sure it is ringing for me.
Dinner I will now come to be.
