SUNSET

mistymorningme:
“ Cape Cod July 2013_-60 (by jackfrench)
”
Sunset brings the night,
With it dark shadows.
Hues of red fill the humid air,
Followed by high-pitched howls.
Residents hide behind locked doors,
As tourists huddle in their hotel.
The town...

Cape Cod July 2013_-60 (by jackfrench)

 

Sunset brings the night,

With it dark shadows.

Hues of red fill the humid air,

Followed by high-pitched howls. 

Residents hide behind locked doors,

As tourists huddle in their hotel.

The town waits deserted and quiet,

While the dark forest rumbles with music.

Dignitaries fly in from around the world,

Their limousines line the wooded paths.

Guests mingle and laugh in the glass house,

Where lifelike glass statues watch them.

Beneath it all lies an undercurrent.

One of evil and despair.

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BY THE LIGHT OF THE FULL MOON

 

 

How did I come to be here?

Cold wrapped around me in fear.

No matter how far I walk.

I could hear them move and talk.

Muttering curses on me.

But faces I cannot see.

They surround me on each side.

There’s nowhere for me to hide.

I must get out of here soon.

Before the next full moon.

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YOUR NIGHTMARE WILL NEVER END

darkestdee:

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The house from my nightmares exists.
Is it real or part of my vivid imagination?
Is part of its facade a skull?
Does this mean that death lives here?
"Yes" the wind echoes.
THE DEAD live here.
Come and meet them.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

darkestdee:

Source | ^(OvO)^

The house from my nightmares exists.
Is it real or part of my vivid imagination?
Is part of its facade a skull?
Does this mean that death lives here?
“Yes” the wind echoes.
THE DEAD live here.
Come and meet them.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

  • The candles are leading us
down a dark hallway.
No one seems to be home at End House.
But the house is beckoning us.
It wants us to follow the flickering lights.
Should we go down to the basement?
What could be awaiting us there?
It can’t be anything good.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

The candles are leading us
down a dark hallway.
No one seems to be home at End House.
But the house is beckoning us.
It wants us to follow the flickering lights.
Should we go down to the basement?
What could be awaiting us there?
It can’t be anything good.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

prettysuicidal:

Once you begin to read,
your nightmare will never end.
You will hunted and pursued
through dark houses, revolving rooms,
deadly traps, and never-ending horrors.
There’s no rest for the weary in Oasis.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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prettysuicidal:

Once you begin to read,
your nightmare will never end.
You will hunted and pursued
through dark houses, revolving rooms,
deadly traps, and never-ending horrors.
There’s no rest for the weary in Oasis.

          THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist 

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SINKHOLE

 

 

SINKHOLE

A sinkhole where the house has stood

Lies deep in the deserted wood.

Where has everyone gone to?

The grass and trees are gone too.

A house and garden have once stood here.

Now there is only the ground laid bare.

Could they be in the tunnels below?

Will you hear me if I yell ‘hello’?

I hear rumbling coming from the hole.

The loose rocks are beginning to roll.

I should leave before it’s too late

And I suffer the same sad fate.

THE DEAD GAME

 

IT’S ALIVE

lilipilyspirit:
“  Sascha Schneider (German, 1870–1927), Eichenwald auf Ruegen (Oak Forest on Ruegen Island), 1925
”
The forest grows dark.
It has come alive.
Wooden arms reach for me.
Roots uncurl from the ground.
Trees shake and dance
to the moans...

Sascha Schneider (German, 1870–1927), Eichenwald auf Ruegen (Oak Forest on Ruegen Island), 1925

The forest grows dark.

It has come alive.

Wooden arms reach for me.

Roots uncurl from the ground.

Trees shake and dance

to the moans of the wind.

Dark shadows follow me.

Moonlight teases me.

I’m trapped in hell,

where the sun doesn’t shine.

THE DEAD GAME

 

 

DARK AS THE NIGHT

HIDDEN

I walk with the living at day,

They do not hear a word I say.

They believe I’m alive like them,

But I’m stronger than any men.

I run like the wind past the trees,

Fly through the sky faster than bees.

My true self is hidden away,

I might be a little fey.

At night I walk with others,

They’re close to me like brothers.

Whom am I? you might ask.

I might take you to task.

Take care not to open that door,

You’ll be in hell forever more,

 

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Another night in Oasis

lifeisthefight:
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The clouds drift by.
The moon casts its glare.
Time moves in slow motion.
Florida weaves its spell.
The town is asleep.
There’s a rustle in the trees.
A cry in the night.
A hint of evil.
A whisper of things...

 

lifeisthefight:

The clouds drift by.

The moon casts its glare.

Time moves in slow motion.

Florida weaves its spell.

The town is asleep.

There’s a rustle in the trees.

A cry in the night.

A hint of evil.

A whisper of things to come.

A body left on shore.

Will there be more?

Another night in Oasis, Florida.

THE DEAD GAME

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KILL ME

KILL ME  killedtheinnocentpeople:
Untitled by Joe Kennett.
KILL ME
A walk through the woods
on a sunny afternoon.
The sun soon retreats
to be replaced by dark shadows.
Sighs fill the silence.
The tall trees lift their roots.
Trunks become...

 

KILL MEkilledtheinnocentpeople:
Untitled by Joe Kennett.

KILL ME

A walk through the woods

on a sunny afternoon.

The sun soon retreats

to be replaced by dark shadows.

Sighs fill the silence.

The tall trees lift their roots.

Trunks become faces,

branches reaching arms.

Shivering leaves fall in fear.

The giants move forward.

Just kill me now.

THE DEAD GAME

HAUNTED FOREST

 

A PATH

A path through the trees.

Past moss and thick vines.

Bushes are shaking.

Animals are scurrying.

Leaves are falling.

Birds are fleeing.

I must get home.

The forest is dark at night.

Too dark to be safe.

I can’t move.

Vines are twirling around my feet.

I’m trapped.

The forest has taken me.

THE GREEN INSIDE

 

The green hides inside.

With unspoken pride.

It comes at night.

What a great sight.

A mist falls first.

Trees drink from thirst.

They swallow the green whole.

Then fall down a deep hole.

Fairies alight on leaves.

Get me out of here, please.