Source:omnidaily
Drive fast.
Faster.
It’s behind you.
Getting closer.
You can’t get away.
Death finds a way.
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RED LACE
Source:autumn—-leavess
RED LACE
I will lay down my head to sleep
Beneath a canopy so deep.
Soft leaves curl around my face,
Covering me in red lace.
Sticks of trees protect my sides.
Perfect place for one who hides.
The sun peeks in between the red,
The warmth of sunshine on my head.
INNOCENCE
Source:weheartit.com
INNOCENCE
Innocent.
Alone.
Happy.
Content.
Until…
Until the footsteps.
Drop those balloons
And run…
MURDERS AND LOVERS
Source: 4allgoodthings
Read a book by the warm fire.
Moments can’t get any brighter.
Let the snow fall outside.
I will keep warm inside.
No need to fight the drifts.
I’ll stay with the misfits.
The ones who prefer books
that grab you with their hooks.
The fire is getting low.
The winds are about to blow.
I snuggled further beneath the covers
as I read about murders and lovers.
A SHIMMERING BLUE
Source:c0caino
Haze covers the town,
but please do not frown.
Secrets are concealed.
The Dead are revealed.
We come in the fog.
The mist we don’t hog.
We’ll share it with you,
a shimmering blue.
The moon shines its glare
on those who come here.
Frolic in the night.
Just keep out of sight.
THE DEAD GAME
SHADES OF RED
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Shades of red fall from the sky,
They hit the ground in puddles of crimson.
Red falls from the darkening sky.
It covers the grass with its bright hue.
My face burns hot from its touch
as blood pumps faster through my heart.
The creatures track my desperate retreat
through the deserted woods.
I will be one with them all too soon.
NO SUN
Source:gothdolly
The moonlight shines on us all.
It has made the sun’s face fall.
It takes over the day from now on.
No more heat from its favorite sun.
Oasis will exist in the dark.
It’s scary in this deserted park.
I must get home before it’s too late.
Before my fate is sealed on this date.
THE DEAD GAME
A LIGHT SHINES
Source:weheartit.com
A light shines through the window.
What was dark is now light.
The spotlight hits its mark.
My dark form shivering on the bed.
Whispers fill the air.
Footsteps follow in their wake.
A door opens below.
Is it too late to run?
I must save myself from him.
He walks the night to find me.
His journey has come to an end.
And so has mine.
THE DEAD GAME
THE WASHING MACHINE
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I’m having a bad dream,
no, maybe a nightmare,
of a washing machine.
It wakes me up at night.
It rumbles and whispers.
I hope it won’t take flight.
It’s moving and grooving
to a beat of its own,
that is far from soothing.
It’s a horrible sight.
A machine set to hard.
It’s ready for a fight.
I scream into my pillow.
“My clothing is all too clean,”
then I weep like a willow.
JUSTICE IS CRUEL
Justice is cruel.
It walks the halls.
It moves too slow.
It bends all to its will.
We run from it.
We bow to it.
We fear it.
It takes no prisoners.
