THE EDGE

 

 

We have reached the edge.

Nowhere left to go.

We escaped the party.

The deadly game from hell.

 

Let’s jump into the ocean.

Swim our way to shore.

To the beach filled with tourists.

Where help can be found.

 

We can’t return to End House.

The evil house of illusions.

Filled with traps and dead bodies.

We will never return.

 

Come, take my hand.

Let’s fly off the rocks.

Soar through the air.

Like a pair of white doves.

 

Footsteps behind us.

Creatures fly above.

The time is now or never.

To take our chance.

 

THE DEAD GAME

KEEP DRIVING

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KEEP DRIVING

Drive until the sun rises,

Until darkness lowers its head.

Drive without direction,

Without purpose.

Feel the wind through your hair,

Slapping your face.

No one can reach you.

No one can find you.

The sound of the wind for music.

The passing scenery for entertainment.

Others pass you;

Others seeking answers.

Find your answers.

Let your thoughts lead the way.

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