THE WOUNDED
A blue sky can bring me to cheer.
Come inside, I am waiting here.
You can soften the load
of troubles, I am told.
Please brighten the cold, dreary day.
Take me to places far away.
Heal my wounded pride.
I need your fire at my side.
The waves propel me forward.
I’m here, my love.
I’ve come to bask
in your glow.
I’ll warm in the heat
of your fire.
Too hot.
I’m melting.
I’ve come too close.
RETREAT
A place for our dreams,
An earthly retreat.
Bursting at the seams,
Can you feel the heat?
The earth is alive.
Its core is on fire.
We need to survive.
I’ll feed your desire.
We cannot stay.
The door is closing.
It’s washed away
By the sea’s hosing.
Chase the moonlight with me.
My arms will hold you.
The moon will set us free.
I’ll always love you.
Take me to the church.
The town’s on fire.
Hell has lost its demons.
Take me to the church.
The sky has grown dark.
The Dead descend on the town.
Take me to the church.
I refuse to follow The Dead.
We must run for shelter.
Take me to the church.
It stands no more.
Gone in a puff of smoke.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES by Susanne Leist
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DOUSE THE FIRE
It simmers and brews.
It comes to a quick boil.
Hot steam escapes the cracks.
A whistle fills the moist air.
A fire too late to be extinguished.
A flame too unwilling to be leashed.
An explosion rips through the surface.
Heated words spew forth.
Sweet nothings won’t curb the flames.
Apologies too late in coming.
Anger has reared its head.
Water won’t douse the fire.
The road ahead is wet and slippery.
I follow the red, blinking lights.
My eyelids hang heavy.
My yawns grow wider.
The lights blur together
forming a raging fire.
It fills my windshield.
I sit forward in the red halo.
I must stay awake.
