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LOST IN THE STORM

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The storm approaches the shore.

Dampness coats the air.

Mist sprays against my face.

Strands of hair fly in the wind.

Thunder rumbles in the distance.

I feel it.

It’s almost here.

Will I lose myself to it?

Let it take me to its depths.

I spread my arms,

Lift my head high.

I let myself fall.

Arms pull me under.

Lips reach for mine.

I’m lost for eternity,

Lost to the rushing wind,

Prisoner of the ultimate despair,

Partner in pain and sorrow.

The choice is made and done.

I float away with my dear one.

Together we will forge a path

Through darkness and hell

To a heavenly place beyond.

DROWNING IN THE BASEMENT

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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

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luxuryandlife: “ ♕ Luxury and Life ♕ ” 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...

 

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♕ Luxury and Life ♕

 

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.