SING ME A SONG 

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SING ME A SONG 

Sing me a song. 

Write a melody 

Of times gone by 

And moments lost in time. 

Stroke the keys. 

Massage the ivories. 

Raise your voice high 

So I can hear your words. 

Words of hope and loss. 

Sing them loud and clear. 

Stories of faraway places 

And times that are gone. 

I close my eyes. 

I can hear your words. 

I see your fingers 

Stroking the keys. 

The words take flight. 

They reverberate through time. 

They leave your lips 

To land on mine. 

A sweet melody 

To soothe my advancing years. 

A pretty song To fill my empty heart.

I’M A MAN

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“I’m a man

Can’t you see what I am?

I live and I breathe for you

But what good does it do

If I ain’t got you, ain’t got?

You don’t know what it’s like, baby

You don’t know what it’s like

To love somebody

To love somebody

The way I love you”

THE DEAD GAME

A LOVE PECK

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Shadows surround me.

Footsteps behind me.

Hands circle my neck.

Is that a love peck?

He takes my blood.

I fall in a red flood.

Will I belong to him?

He watches with a grin.

I’ve become a nightwalker,

a present from my stalker.

 

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OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN

 

OUR GAMES HAVE JUST BEGUN — THE DEAD GAME 

I’m surrounded by blood,
Blood on the walls
And flowing through my veins.

Blood is thicker than water,
Heavey and intense
As it trickles and oozes.

It flows through family members
Like a disease that can’t be stopped,
Bringing with it torment and anguish.

My only recourse is to escape
From within these walls
As I tunnel my way upward.

I want to be free from the evil,
Destroying me from within,

Keeping me from my family.

 
Our games have just begun.

THE DEAD GAME

WILL MY WISHES COME TRUE?

 

 

I gaze at the night sky

at the bright lights so high.

Will my wishes come true?

Will I ever see you?

 

You appear in my dreams each night.

I yearn to have you in my sight.

I haven’t seen you for years.

But you’re always in my tears.

 

Would we have had a good life,

one without sadness and strife?

I won’t be able to ask you this.

I won’t be rewarded with this bliss.

 

I must be content with my dreams

as my life crumbles at the seams.

I keep my memories close inside.

Of my love, I have no need to hide.