BREATHING

 

Your heart is pounding.

Your pulse is racing.

The house is alive.

It’s breathing.

It’s moving.

Illusions stalk you.

How can you escape?

You can’t.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

TIDES ARE RISING

 


Midnight so dark and blue.
It comes for me and you.
The tides rise to a new height,
hitting the beach with their might.


Clear skies so dark blue.
Clouds are far and few.
The darkness brings night fears,
people running in tears.


I’ve heard about The Dead.
They fill my heart with dread.
It’s time to hide from death.
No time to take a breath.


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The Dead Game: Book One of The Dead Game Series

 

 

I’m lost at a carnival.

A clown leers.

The knife-thrower aims his knife.

I run into a tent of mirrors.

My distorted reflection surrounds me.

I flee into the darkness

and crash through a mirror.

I stand in a dark room

as the floor spins.

I grab for the walls.

My hands slide on the wet stones.

The floor gives way.

I’m falling.

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RISING FROM THE DEEP

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The night caters to our whims.

It follows our deadly sins.

Our darkest nightmares come alive.

We’ll do anything to survive.

Monsters stalk us in our sleep.

Creatures rising from the deep.

It creaks open the bedroom door.

I see it move across the floor.

My head turns to accept my doom.

I am one of them all too soon.

HOUSE OF HORRORS

 

 

A creepy room in

a house of horrors.

A maze of traps

and skeletons.

A house alive

with evil spirits.

Why did we come,

and how do we escape?

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A LITTLE MURDER

The mind can be a strange place. It can think up dark stories. With monsters and demons. A little murder and mayhem. Skulls and bones for decoration. Maybe your cup of tea is blood. Your coffee carries some poison. Let your mind roam the...

 

 

The mind can be a strange place.

It can create dark stories.

With monsters and demons.

A little murder and mayhem.

Skulls and bones for decoration.

Maybe your cup of tea is blood.

Your coffee carries poison.

Let your mind roam the darkness.

And maybe beyond.

BLUE MIDNIGHT

BLUE MIDNIGHT
A midnight so dark and blue.
It’s coming for me and you.
The tides are rising to a new height,
While fighting the shore with all their might.
The clear skies are dark blue.
The clouds are far and few.
The darkness brings us shadows and...

 

BLUE MIDNIGHT


A midnight so dark and blue.
It’s coming for me and you.
The tides are rising to a new height,
While fighting the shore with all their might.

The clear skies are dark blue.
The clouds are far and few.
The darkness brings us shadows and fears,
And people running away in tears.

I’ve heard about The Dead.
They fill my heart with dread.
It’s time to hide from death.
No time to take a breath. 

THE DEAD GAME

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