OUTSIDE THE DOOR

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“Institute Benjamenta” (1995)

 

 
Has he come for me?

I hear his footsteps.

Walking up the steps.

All turns quiet.

The leaves stop rustling.

The wind stops blowing.

The silence is overpowering.

A strangle hold on my nerves.

Is he standing outside the door?

Waiting for me to open it.

I won’t.

I won’t let him in.

He wants me.

I won’t become one of The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME

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WHITE PARADISE

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Blossom by Phil Greenwood

WHITE PARADISE

The petals fly through the air on a soft breeze.
I so want to be one of them, pretty please.
I yearn for their freedom and grace
As they fall softly in their place.

I want to run through this white paradise.
Nothing can be as perfect or as nice.
They fall like snow flakes on a winter’s day,
Tempting all children to come out and play.

Lying like puffs of snow on the grass,
I can’t let this experience pass.
I must go outside right away.
I don’t know how long they will stay.