DEADLY SINS

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It comes with the sea

Following me to shore

Through the undead woods

And under the door.

A life of its own

Living in the house

In this coastal town

Alive from within.

Filled with dead bodies

And untold deadly sin.

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I WALK ALONE

 

I walk alone.

In dead silence.

The wind flees.

The moon hides.

I walk alone.

Death is my companion.

Fear is my weapon.

Hell is my home.

I walk alone.

A STORM IS COMING

paradise night

 

A storm is coming,
Hitting the shore.
Palm trees flying
And so much more.

Anger raises the waves.
Passion kicks up the sand.
Fear hides behind clouds.
Marching in like a band.

I know he is here.
I hide from his face.
He’s coming for me.
Clouds pick up the pace.

His anger brings passion and fear.
Too bad he can’t fly like a dove.
His can easily move mountains.
For me, he moves the sky above.

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WHO GOES THERE?

RED HOT

 

 

Red hot waves lap at the shore,

Bringing with it, blood and gore.

Paradise has come to an end.

The Dead are right around the bend.

Death is their evening delight.

They descend with all of their might.

Florida will never be the same

Once it becomes part of The Dead Game.

 

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DON’T LEAVE ME

 

 

Please don’t set.

Don’t remove your light.

Your warmth.

Your heat.

The nights are cold.

The shadows are long.

Don’t allow the moon its space.

It brings horror in its light.

Shadows in its path.

Please don’t leave me.

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A LOVE PECK?

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I walk quickly this night

from who lurks out of sight.

The wind gives a whistle and a sigh

as strands of my hair begin to fly.

The moon hides its face.

I pick up my pace.

Shadows surround me.

Footsteps behind me.

Hands around my neck.

Is that a love peck?

He is taking my blood.

I die in a red flood.

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FEEL THE GREEN

green forests

waldweg VIII

 

 

FEEL THE GREEN

 

A seat on a bench is what I seek,

But a veil of green taunts for a peek.

It pulls me deeper into the maze.

I follow in a dark kind of daze.

Squawks and shrieks call to me

As I try to break free.

Branches wrap tight around my neck.

On my cheek, I feel a light peck.

I look up to eyes so blue and true.

I cannot believe it’s only you.

I’m in my bed safe and sound

With no horror to be found.

LOST AT A CARNIVAL

 

 

LOST AT A CARNIVAL

 

I’m lost at a carnival,

A carnival of nightmares.

A clown leers at me.

The knife-thrower aims

But misses.

I run into a tent.

Mirrors surround me,

Distorting my reflection.

I flee into the darkness,

Crashing through a mirror.

Glass rains on me.

I’m in a dark room.

The floor spins.

I grab for the walls.

They are wet and shiny.

There’s no way out.

The floor bottoms out,

And I’m falling.

 

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