Lost in my own mind.
Thoughts trickle down in torrents,
Leaving behind my empty soul.
Frost turns my lips ice blue.
Ice freezes me in place.
Trapped in the refuse of my lonely mind.
Ice fills my cold heart,
Closing in on all sides.
Soon it will be frozen,
Entombed in winter frost.
Trees droop heavy with snow,
Branches hanging low with icicles.
My heart sinks heavy with ice,
Frozen until spring melts the frost.
In the bleak whiteness
I stand out.
In the freezing landscape
I burn hot.
In the colorless background
I am pink.
See me.
Touch me.
Love me.
An ice heaven waits for us.
Ice statues in paradise.
A party in the dark night.
I refuse to run from fright.
Guests twirl around the dance floor.
I can take this anymore.
No melting until the sun shines bright.
For now, I must halt my morning flight.
We must uncover The Dead creatures.
Behind masks, I can see their features.
They’re cold as death in the morning.
For me, they will soon be mourning.
But I must help to free our town.
I think this as I twirl around.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
The landscape is cold and bleak.
I’m beginning to feel weak.
Ice is melting in my shoes.
I’m getting the winter blues.
I can’t find my way out of here.
I had thought the town was so near.
I’ve been walking for days.
I’m in some kind of daze.
There’s a break in the rocks ahead.
I hope they didn’t leave me for dead.
My friends have to come back for me.
Rocks and trees are all I can see.
My friends are in the park playing ball.
I didn’t have to be afraid at all.
A house of ice.
Sounds too nice?
It might be.
It’s next to the sea.
Ice statues populate the place.
Just don’t look into their face.
Tales of horror fall from their lips.
Better run away from all this.
THE DEAD GAME
Source:relatlonship
The snow melts,
leaving trails to the lake.
A cold wind brushes by,
leaving me goosebumps.
Ice hangs from the trees,
leaving clear spider webs.
Snow covers the grass,
leaving footsteps behind.
I depart this cold scene,
leaving my own behind.
Frozen in place.
Dripping tears for centuries.
Memories of a lifetime.
Praying for salvation.
A frown for eternity.
A garden for The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME
“Institute Benjamenta” (1995) dir. Timothy Quay, Stephen Quay
Has he come for me?
I hear his footsteps.
Walking up the steps.
The leaves stop rustling.
The wind stops blowing.
The silence is overpowering.
Is he standing outside the door,
Waiting for me to open it?
I won’t.
I won’t let him in.
He wants me.
I won’t become one of The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME
Source:jeliyfish
Waves hit the rocks
With frozen blocks.
They plow through the sand,
Sharp claws in their hand.
They ravage the shore,
Coming back for more.
A battle with no end.
A force we cannot bend.
