Come here.
Let me tell you a story.
A sad story of loss.
Move closer.
Watch the letters.
A message from the dead.
Soon you will be one too.
OUIJA
ouija board
OUIJA BOARD
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.
GHOST TALES
Source:blooming-pain
Oh, Ouija Board,
please bring me spirits.
Spirits of the light
and ones of the damned.
I want to hear their tales
of past lives and woes.
I want to feel
their ghostly presence.
Their dead breath
on my face.
I feel their cold breath.
Shrieks fill the night.
Icy fingers trail down my face.
They’re at my neck.
Squeezing.
Too tight.
Much too tight…
BRING BACK THE DEAD
Oh ouija board,
please bring me spirits.
Spirits of the light
and ones of the damned.
I want to hear their tales
of past lives and woes.
I want to feel
their unearthly presence.
Their dead breath
on my face.
Their moans and screams
of the long nights.
Please bring me them this night.
I can feel cold breath.
Shrieks fill the silent night.
Icy fingers trail down my face.
They’re at my neck.
Squeezing.
A little too tight.
Too tight…
BURN WITCH BURN
Source:son-of-the-hell
Hand that to me.
I don’t want my future
controlled or predicted
by anyone or anything.
My destiny is my own.
Burn witch burn.
WATCH THE LETTERS
Come here.
Let me you tell you a story.
A tale of beings long gone.
A sad story of loss.
Move closer.
Watch the letters.
A message from the dead.
Soon you will be one too.
THE OUIJA BOARD
What can you conjure up in the dark?
Do you see ghosts or demons?
Evil creatures that come out at night.
That’s what I see when I close
my eyes for the night.
The shadows become
hands reaching for me.
The air conditioner becomes
the moaning of the wind.
The creaking of the house turns
into the whispers of the dead.
Falling asleep is fun time for me.
