
Stay away from here.
Death I cannot bear.
I’m telling a horror tale
with each wag of my fine tail.
Tourists disappear
into the thin air.
One day they’re right here.
Next day they’re nowhere.


A doorway to hell and beyond.
And death, I don’t need to remind.
Twisted limbs beg your forgiveness
as they beckon for your presence.
The midnight dance has begun.
Come and join in on the fun.
THE DEAD GAME
Stay away from here.
Death I cannot bear.
I’m telling a horror tale
with each wag of my fine tail.
An Oasis it is not,
Much more of a horror spot.
Tourists disappear
into the thin air.
One day they’re right here.
Next day they’re nowhere.
THE DEAD GAME