WELCOME THE MORBID & CURIOUS

 

 

The cobblestones glisten

outside the dark cemetery.

Gravestones stand tall

in the heavy fog.

Moans sweep the winds

that rustle the lifeless trees.

A gate stands open

to welcome the curious.

Footsteps draw closer

to my hiding place.

A cloaked figure enters

the home of The Dead.

It enters a mausoleum

with an angel standing guard.

Goosebumps riddle my body

as I inch forward from my spot.

Dark shadows drift to the door

that the figure has left open.

I can’t stand the suspense any longer

and so I must follow their lead.

I must find the secret lair

of The Dead and gone.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES

A WORLD OF DARKNESS

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Welcome to our world.

Our haven from light.

A world of darkness.

We’re hidden from sight.

 

Dance with us tonight.

Come with us and play.

Music soothes the soul.

Dawn won’t have its say.

 

Lift your demon souls.

Become one with us.

Spread your wings for flight.

Become one of us.

 

THE DEAD GAME

SECRETS

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DEATH METAL 2012 A by MACKOUSKOSK

 

My closet holds memories.

It hides my deepest secrets.

It can be dark and dreary.

It can ooze life’s nectar.

I should close the door.

I should never look back.

But I can’t stop myself.

I need to see it once more.

BURIED IN TIME

 

 

 

Secrets buried in the sand hold

hidden memories of lives gone by.

Unearthed remains tell a story.

Dug up pottery paint a picture.

Lives in the past merge with the future.

Differences become insignificant.

Time becomes transient.

The cycle begins again.

Days flow into weeks.

Weeks into years.

Years to centuries.

Centuries fly by.

Nothing is new.

The cycle continues.

Our past becomes our future.

Until the sands of time bury our existence.

Then our future becomes our past.

And the cycle begins again.