NO ONE INSIDE

 

There is no one inside.

Nothing at all to hide.

Some people are deep.

Others are asleep.

Which one of these are you?

Are you one of the few?

The ones who actually care

when your heart is about to tear.

A GLASS HOUSE OF HORROR

 

Blue Castle

 

The guests are dancing

between frozen statues.

Statues of ice.

Sad expressions for eternity.

They appear alive.

Tears flowing down

their frosty cheeks.

Beneath the music and gaiety

lies an undercurrent of evil.

A glass house of horror.

Time to leave this fake paradise.

To leave the perfect guests.

The frozen smiles.

To escape if one can.

Escape the deadly game of The Dead.

 

THE DEAD GAME

Kindle

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Nook

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A FUTURE ALL TOO NEAR

where is everyone? by travisanderson

 

 

What may the future hold?

Buildings of concrete and stone.

Travel by flying cars.

Trees of green foam.

Sunlight only a reflection.

Lighted sabers for protection.

A future hard to bear.

A future all too near.

THE REAL ME

This is the real me.

Behind the mask.

I may seem bright and happy,

but underneath I’m deadly.

Deadly serious about

those who provoke me.

Keep your distance from me

and from all of THE DEAD.

For we do not make friends.

Only enemies.

THE DEAD GAME

Kindle

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Nook

http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

UNMASKED

UNMASKED

Show me your face.
Reveal your true colors.
Take off your mask.
What lies underneath?

Without your arrogant facade.
Your roguish manner.
Your flirty ways.
What lies underneath?

Walk to me.
As yourself.
Without lies.
So I can see what lies underneath.

Let the mask fall to the ground.
Let it break.
Shatter to pieces.
I can now see what lies underneath.

DO YOU LIKE WHAT YOU SEE?

Do you like what you see

in the mirror every morning?

Is it revealing a hidden secret,

buried deep inside yourself?

A horror that no one can ever see.

A feeling.

A thought.

So repulsive that

it must never see

the light of day.

Keep it hidden behind

your pretty face.

For no one to ever suspect.

What are you hiding?

AN UNDERCURRENT OF EVIL

halftimeprincess:

The guests are dancing

between frozen statues.

Statues of ice.

Sad expressions for eternity.

Why do they appear alive?

Tears flowing down

their frosty cheeks.

Tears that appear wet.

This glass house holds terrors.

Beneath the music and gaiety

lies an undercurrent of evil.

Time to leave this fake paradise.

To leave the perfect guests.

To escape if one can.

Escape this deadly game

of The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME

Kindle

http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP

 

Nook

http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj