DEATH METAL 2012 A by MACKOUSKOSK
My closet holds memories.
It hides my deepest secrets.
It can be dark and dreary.
It can ooze life’s nectar.
I should close the door.
I should never look back.
But I can’t stop myself.
I need to see it once more.
Crystal chandelier of mine.
I love your sparkle and shine.
You bring back memories long gone
when life hadn’t been so far gone.
Remember the parties we used to host?
Fancy guests arriving from coast to coast.
Music and laughter were the rules of the day.
But now all that is left are the bills to pay.
Frozen in place.
Dripping tears for centuries.
Memories of a lifetime.
Praying for salvation.
A frown for eternity.
Will her tears sprout
a garden for The Dead?
THE DEAD GAME Series by Susanne Leist
THE DEAD GAME
PREY FOR THE DEAD: Book Two
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The rustle of the grass
as I make my way past.
The hard waves against the shore
echo memories and more.
The soft feel of the white sand
as I touch toes to the land.
The cries of the seagulls
as they dip to check holes.
A harmony of the senses.
A feast to cover all tenses.
Past, present, future converge
to bring pleasure to this splurge.
Carl Gustav Carus (1789-1869) – Faust’s Dream
ARE WE ALONE?
Friends and family.
Are they with us?
I can feel them.
A thickness in the air.
A soft touch.
A slight breeze.
Is my brother gone,
Or is he still with me?
I feel him beside me.
He chuckles at my blunders.
Laughs at my jokes.
Cries when I’m hurt.
He is with me.
Always.
Forever.
Once regal.
Once opulent.
Dancing in the moonlight.
Beneath crystal chandeliers.
Now crumbling.
Soon to be dust.
Moments lost in time.
Never heard from again.
A place of desolation.
Stairs leading to nowhere.
For no one.
Give me your hands,
and I will speak to you
through the dead.
I will use their voices
and their memories.
Sit still and be quiet.
They will enter your bodies
and fill you with thoughts.
Thoughts of revenge
and plans for murder.
Enjoy the game.
The Dead love their games.
