The other side waits for you.
Only you.
No one else will do.
You can run.
But you can’t hide.
Check your reflection.
See it wither and fade.
A surprise awaits.
The Dead and gone.
You can be one.
THE DEAD GAME
The other side waits for you.
Only you.
No one else will do.
You can run.
But you can’t hide.
Check your reflection.
See it wither and fade.
A surprise awaits.
The Dead and gone.
You can be one.
THE DEAD GAME
The other side waits for you.
And only you.
No one else will do.
You can run.
But you can’t hide.
It will follow you
until you accept
the inevitable.
Look at your reflection.
See it wither and fade away.
You will be gone.
From this world.
And stuck in the next.
What will you find there?
It’s a surprise.
Aren’t surprises supposed
to be good?
Maybe.
Maybe not.
Step through the doorway.
What will you find?
Will you find a better world?
A world full of fantasies.
A world of colors.
What do you want to find?
It’s all within your reach,
as close as your imagination.
What’s on the other side?
Strange sounds are emanating
from the thick blanket of trees.
You can only see darkness and
the slight rustling of leaves.
You know you want to cross the bridge.
So you begin the shaky walk across.
The bridge sways with each footstep.
Should you continue?
You hesitate but you move forward
step by halting step.
You reach the other side.
There’s a loud crashing sound behind you.
You quickly turn to see the bridge
falling into the water below.
Now you are on the other side looking back.
You know you want to go back.
But it’s too late.
Human nature might have dictated your wants
but the bridge has dictated your reality.