Red is my lost soul,
yearning to be whole.
Red is your luscious lips,
where I yearn for sips.
Red is the sun’s last ray
as it sets for the day.
Red is the color of the sky
when I finally say goodbye.
Red is my return to hell
before the final bell.
Woven from black sheets of rain,
fear covers in disarray.
Anguished & frozen with pain,
dark petals fall in dismay.
Hell has come to Oasis,
The Dead & gone at its side.
Now hidden behind faces
that are well-known far & wide.
PREY FOR THE DEAD
by Susanne Leist
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.
THE DEAD GAME
A WITCH’S BREW
Our paradise is lost,
Never to return again.
To the winds, we are tossed,
Peace to be replaced by pain.
Like a cold witch’s brew,
An Oasis for all.
Now a hell for the few,
Who remain to tell all.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
The stars shine each night
to ease our combined fright.
They wait for us to shine.
So, please do not pine.
We’ll make it through this hell
to ring the nightly bell.
The doors open.
The elevator waits.
Pick a floor.
Any floor.
It doesn’t matter which one.
It only descends.
Say goodbye.
A Darkness To My Soul
The black abyss grabs hold,
Taking me to its soul.
Reflections of hell and beyond,
Pushing me deep and far.
Away from the light of day,
I have no need to pray.
Take me to the bottom,
Where no human has tread.
Away from humanity and light,
I have made my dark bed.
by Oliver Liu
A creature of the night.
Who walks in the moonlight.
Searching for innocent ones.
Who will serve his purpose?
Don’t play his games.
Don’t be fooled.
By his beautiful shell.
For inside he’s empty.
Without a soul.
Without a heart.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
I see tombstones moving,
Winds blowing,
Grass ruffling.
The Dead wait for darkness.
The streets of town they walk.
Innocent victims they will find.
The games are about to begin.
THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
Nook
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My whole Sunday has passed in torment and hell.
I waited for Optimum to ring the bell.
I’ve been in hell for a week already.
This is not me being mean or petty.
No phone or internet for a week.
I’ve been so upset I couldn’t sleep.
Many hours later, I heard the news.
No one was coming to relieve my blues.
They might return Tuesday or maybe not.
Who needs the internet on days so hot?
“Death to Optimum,” I say.
Time is past for them to pay.
Blood will fall if they don’t fix their mistakes.
I can see a few heads sitting on stakes.
SUSANNE LEIST 