NO WAY OUT

 

 

Lost in a field of daisies.

Falling between the stalks.

Covered by their leaves.

Pulled down by their roots.

Darkness buries me.

Dirt envelopes me.

Illusion becomes reality.

A nightmare becomes hell.

No way out for me.

Only the faces of daisies.

 

THE DEAD love their games.

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HOTTER THAN HELL

 

Hotter than hell is their playground.

Beneath layers of rocks and dirt.

They wait for their day of salvation.

When they can ride in the storm.

They grow impatient for the invasion.

The end of life as we know it.

I can hear their cries blowing in the wind.

The whispers brought forth from below.

It’s time for us to gather ammunition.

Before our poor town is nothing at all.

 

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A WITCH’S BREW

A WITCH’S BREW

Our paradise is lost,
Coldness seizes the day.
To the winds we are tossed,
For our sins we must pay.


Like a cold witch’s brew,
An Oasis for all.
Now a hell for the few,
Who remain to tell all.

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RABBIT HOLE

 

Is this heaven or hell?

Do I hear a loud bell?

Pink lights are flashing.

I can hear thrashing.

 

The forest is alive.

A gigantic beehive.

Buzzing sounds surround us.

Yellow like a school bus.

 

Get me out of here.

Something in my hair.

A giant bee is caught inside.

I need a place to run and hide.

 

Get the bee away from me.

It just bit me on my knee.

I want to go in the rabbit hole.

I don’t care if I meet a mole.

CHARIOTS OF HELL

 

Dark blue clouds fill the whole sky.

Puffy cotton balls up high.

Rumbling sounds all around.

Crashing noises of loud sound. 

 

Chariots of hell are coming here.

We need to get away before they near.

Hell has opened to let them out.

They come for us all this dark night.

 

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PRAY FOR US

 

Like a cold witches’ brew.
An Oasis for all.
Now a hell for the few,
Who remain to tell all.
Warm winds turn cold
As all become prey.
The young and old. 
For them we must pray.
Hell hath no fury
Like a demon scorned.
There is no jury
For a small town mourned.
Who’ll save Oasis
From ‘The Dead’ demons?
Who will now face us,
More dead or demons?
Pray for us.
We are alone 
Come save us.
We must atone.
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HELL HAS ARRIVED

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Hell has arrived.

Burning in its chair.

Impatient for victims.

Restless to the bone.

Burning bright.

Glowing embers.

Filling the dark.

Red and yellow sparks.

Sizzling.

Hot.

 

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BURN BABY BURN

 

Burn baby burn.

Your blood runs hot.

Oozing down the stem.

Dripping to the ground.

Leaving mounds of red.

Where buds will spring up.

And take their rightful place.

In the world of The Dead.

 

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RIDE WITH ME

 

A ride to hell and back.

I will sit in the back.

We fly through the night air.

Sound barriers we tear.

Demons fly by our side.

I have nowhere to hide.

They take us to their lair.

I’m pulled hard by my hair.

Life is over for me.

I’ll never be set free.

OUT OF THIS FOREST

 

 

 

Take me out of this forest,

Out of this tangled mess.

Away from my demons,

Who haunt me at night.

I can see the light ahead,

A beacon of light shining bright.

A view of sand and ocean,

And better times ahead.