He’s back.
How could this be?
I should have known.
He will never rest easy.
Without me to torment.
Without me in his arms.
A door opens.
He tempts me with sunshine.
His hand reaches for me.
My skin tingles from his touch.
I turn away and
Run from his sweet words.
His spirit envelopes me with coldness.
He whispers promises in my ear.
He will come for me tonight.
He will appear in a new package.
I will be prepared and ready.
I will not be fooled again.
The Dead won’t win.
THE DEAD GAME
How can this be real?
I don’t know what I feel.
He’s a demon to me,
who won’t set me free.
THE DEAD GAME
Source:raised-from-the-grave
I walk quickly this night
from who lurks out of sight.
The wind gives a whistle and a sigh
as strands of my hair begin to fly.
The moon hides its face.
I pick up my pace.
Shadows surround me.
Footsteps behind me.
Hands around my neck.
Is that a love peck?
He is taking my blood.
I die in a red flood.
THE DEAD GAME
Wolf returns to Oasis.
We’ve missed him.
His good looks.
Charming personality.
Deadly ways.
Will he arrive as a bat,
Or maybe as a wolf?
He could take the place
Of one of our own.
Will his appetite be as fierce,
His passions as strong?
So many questions
Waiting to be answered
In book 2 of THE DEAD GAME.
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His hand reaches for me.
He wants me for The Dead.
I won’t yield to his call.
He wants me in his bed.
I’m surrounded by his kind.
Their cries echo in the night.
He swoops closer from the sky.
Oh, what a beautiful sight.
He’s a creature of the night.
I’m crazy to want him so.
I can’t resist his sad face.
He is not a friend but a foe.
THE DEAD GAME
Source: f0r-you
I picked a rose just for you.
A symbol of me and you.
Soft as the petals are your skin.
As precious as the pistol within.
It rises to meet the sun’s face.
No one can ever take its place.
Open and spread your leaves apart.
I can feel the beat of your heart.
Two hearts joined as one.
My job is now done.
(Source: postblackmetalsatan)
He fills me with longings.
Cold as the night air.
He flies free in the dark.
But yet he returns for me.
I dare not go to meet him.
In the dark forest at midnight.
I must hold strong and steady.
I must remain with my own kind.
With whom I feel safe and secure.
And never venture into the woods.
To rekindle his dark flame.
I must hold firm and steady.
Or my light will turn to dark.
THE DEAD GAME
