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
A COLD HELL
drowning
I AM LOST
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Blackness calls.
It beckons.
Fingers grab me.
Teeth rip me.
Fish surround.
Cold depths.
Laughter rains.
A cold hell.
I am lost.
DROWNING IN THE BASEMENT
I’m drowning in a pool of water
in the basement of End House
Can this be an illusion?
The Dead love their games.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
THE DEEP
BLUE DEPTHS
Falling to the deep.
I cannot find sleep.
I thrash in the cold.
In the devil’s hold.
Water covers my face.
A dark and creepy place.
I struggle for air.
Current takes my hair.
I’m drowning in my bed.
It is all in my head.
BALL OF DESPAIR
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Artist: Malay Bargali
A ball of despair.
Lost in thoughts.
Drowning in sorrows.
Waiting for help.
All is for naught.
No help comes
For those who wait.
No one will fix us.
No one but ourselves.
BENEATH IT ALL
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Waves crashing.
Fins stalking.
Birds crying.
Sun glaring.
Head sinking.
Darkness approaching.
A soothing quiet.
A wet blackness.
A quiet void.
Beneath it all.
DROWNING
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Lost.
Drowning in despair.
Falling deeper.
Wanting to let go.
Sinking to the bottom.
Head will soon be submerged.
No fight left.
No will to go on.
Let the darkness take me.
Into its arms I go willingly.
Ready to surrender.
To its everlasting blackness.
