Source:menpale
I am smoke.
I am air.
Watch me fly
Through the air.
Hold my breath,
Head held high,
You are alive
And so am I.
I AM SMOKE
fly
FLY
Flap your pretty wings
as the bluebird sings.
Prepare to take flight.
Fly with all your might.
Soar through the turquoise sky.
You can never reach too high.
Fly,
Pretty butterfly.
Fly.
THE LIGHT
Take me to the bright light that shimmers
in the far reaches of the forest.
I lay my head on a thick bed of grass.
A blanket of flowers for my cover.
Sleeps takes me away from here
to a place where there’s no fear.
I fly above the branches
and gaze at my sleeping form.
Contentment relaxes my face.
My eyelids flicker in my dream.
Too soon it will be night,
bringing the dark and cold.
I must return tomorrow
to see how my dream unfolds.
A WINDOW OF OPPORTUNITY
It watches.
It waits.
The sun rises.
Fly away pretty bird.
Take a chance.
Spread your wings.
A WORLD OF DARKNESS
Source:slobbering
Welcome to our world.
Our haven from light.
A world of darkness.
We’re hidden from sight.
Dance with us tonight.
Come with us and play.
Music soothes the soul.
Dawn won’t have its say.
Lift your demon souls.
Become one with us.
Spread your wings for flight.
Become one of us.
THE DEAD GAME
THE EDGE
Source:pineapple-princesss
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
TWEET AWAY
Source:english-idylls
“The Dead are coming,”
the bird tweets.
“The Dead are coming.
We must fly from the shore.
It’s not safe anymore.”
THE DEAD GAME
