HEARTACHE

HEARTACHE FOR ME Heartache is for me. My heart yearns for thee. Lies fall so easily from your lips. They feel salty on my fingertips. I must remain strong. I hope I am wrong. I need proof to trust you once more. My heart is breaking at its core. The...

 

Heartache is for me.
My heart yearns for thee.

Lies fall so easily from your lips.
They feel salty on my fingertips.

I must remain strong.
I hope I am wrong.

I need proof to trust you once more.
My heart is breaking at its core.

The salty mist soothes me.
The wind caresses me.

But I feel cold deep inside.
I need a safe place to hide.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

 

TWISTING AND TURNING

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The world twists and turns.

It squeezes us dry like sponges

until we have no strength to fight.

I can’t keep my eyes open any longer

and watch the mad parade of colors.

Hurricanes, poverty, violence, shootings.

Red will soon hide the greens and blues.

Madness will descend and replace the stars.

The moon will hide its face from the night.

The sun will no longer send its rays of warmth. 

Mankind will be alone to fend off the darkness.

Twisting, turning, squeezing

until nothing remains of mankind.

THE HOUSE HAS SPOKEN

 

The house welcomes.

It creaks.

It sighs.

The front door drifts open.

We step inside.

Gargoyles stand sentinel

on the staircase.

Their eyes follow our path

past the flickering candles.

An icy wind brushes our skin

with unseen fingers.

Shadows move and sway

in the dark hallway.

The front door locks behind us.

The house has spoken.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

 

I WALK ALONE

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I walk alone

In dead silence.

The wind flees.

The moon hides.

I walk alone.

Death is my companion.

Fear is my weapon.

Hell is my home.

I walk alone.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

 

CHOOSE YOUR WEAPONS

 

 

It isn’t easy to kill The Dead.

A knife through the eye

won’t weaken them.

A drink of poison

won’t stop them.

Sunlight can be

a hot spot for them.

A beheading for dinner

can slash them dead.

A witch’s spell 

might do the trick.

Choose your weapons carefully

for The Dead are hard to kill.

THE DEAD GAME

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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.


THE DEAD GAME
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