TRAPPED IN MY DARK THOUGHTS

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...

 

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.

 

OPEN THE DOOR

flowersgardenlove:

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

http://www.amazon.com/author/susanneleist

http://www.outskirtspress.com/thedeadgame

THE MUSIC OF THE NIGHT

 

THE MUSIC OF THE NIGHT

Sparkle.
Sparkle.
Shine.
Sway back and forth.
To the silent music.
The music of the night.

Asleep.
Come what may.
Drifting.
Dreaming.
Fantasy after fantasy.

Let the dark cover all.
Let it become part of you.
Join in to the music.
The deep silence. 
The music of the night.

Sparkle.
Sparkle.
Shine.
Sway back and forth.
To the silent music.
The music of the night.

BEHIND THE DOOR

mooloch Deactivated 

Black Paradox » Junji Ito

BEHIND THE DOOR

Lights.

Sounds.

Should I

turn the knob.

and open the door?

Others have done it.

They’ve returned safe.

Should I?

I could enter my dreams.

My fantasies.

The door beckons.

The noises become louder.

Is that blood creeping out?

It must be a trick.

The Dead love their games.

THE DEAD GAME

I’M HERE

 

Yes, I’m here.

I visit your dreams.

Twisting them into nightmares.

I’m not an illusion

or a figment of your imagination.

I am you.

The dark part of you.

The part you can’t escape from.

I visit your dreams.

I twist your mind.

You can now see me clearly.

Other times I’m in your mind.

DREAM ON

 

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

A WINDOW

 

 

A window to the world.

A window to beauty.

To snow-capped mountains.

To swan-filled lakes.

To pounding waves of the ocean.

To fields of flowers.

To adventure.

To romance.

Open the window.

Open your mind

to the possibilities.

Wake up your senses.

Can you see the rocks

along the shore?

Can you feel the ocean breeze?

Can you smell the flowers?

Can you feel the hot sun

on your face?

Can you hear the seagulls’ cries?

Can you taste the salty air?

I can.