COMING FOR ME

I look out the window
and what do I see?
A storm growing in force
and coming for me.
Death comes to town.
It has its own name.
The one that I know
is called The Dead Game.
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I look out the window

and what do I see?

A storm growing in force

and coming for me.

Death comes to town.

It has its own name.

The one that I know

is called The Dead Game.

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A COLD HELL

 

 

Blackness beckons.

Fingers grab for me.

Teeth rip at me.

Fish beside me.

Laughter rains down.

The Dead  below.

A cold hell for me.

I am lost.

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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.

THE DEAD GAME

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.

 

THE DEAD GAME