Source:mizakeuchiha-blog
Sadness follows me
wherever I go.
It haunts me
in all its forms.
There’s no escape
from its long arms.
I close my eyes
but feel its long shadow.
SADNESS FOLLOWS ME
haunted
THE PATH
Source:mykindafairytalee-blog
A path through the forest,
covered with fallen trees and tangled shrubbery.
Bushes shake.
Animals scurry into hiding.
Leaves fall.
Birds flee.
I must find my way home.
Darkness envelopes the path.
I can’t move.
Vines twirl around my feet.
I’m trapped.
The forest has taken me.
GREEN
The hallway waits.
It beckons.
A green light shows the way.
Closed doors on either side.
Cries fill the air.
A coldness descends.
Then total silence.
I inch forward.
I peer into a room.
A wheelchair sits empty.
Voices.
I step into the hallway
and follow the sounds.
The door at the end stands open.
Surgeons stand around a table.
They turn and smile at me.
They fade from sight.
Then I’m on the table.
Doctors stand above me.
I must escape.
A scalpel descends.
Too late.
DEADLY GAME
Source:chicparadiselilly3
The stairs lead us to the basement.
Circular saws rotate above our heads.
Traps with pointy edges dangle close.
The door locks behinds us.
Water reaches our ankles.
Three doors appear on the opposite wall.
Will we make it across the water?
Will we ever see the light of day?
The house is winning the deadly game.
THE DEAD GAME
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DARK WINDOWS
spectral-insomnia Deactivated
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The clouds circle around
They bring the moon closer
And light up the windows
Where faces watch the night
CREEPY SCARY
Creepy, creepy, scary.
This can become hairy.
The house is haunted and dark.
I came on a simple lark.
But now that I’m here,
I’m frozen with fear.
A party is to be held for us all,
But to evil creatures, we might just fall.
Down to the basement we go,
This is silly even I know.
Saws are swinging up ahead,
Looking to chop off a head.
Traps are falling from the low ceiling.
My wet feet are losing all feeling.
We are standing in a pool.
And I feel like a big fool.
We should have gone when we had a chance.
The creatures will make us sing and dance.
The Dead have a morbid sense of humor;
Should have listened to every rumor.
Goodbye to one and all.
I see the bouncing ball.
THE DEAD GAME
THE HOUSE
An entity all its own.
A living,
breathing
force.
The walls hold secrets
of times gone by,
memories of long ago.
The house keeps
its secrets close.
