The end has grown near.
The end we hold dear.
The sun hides its face,
No longer in its place.
There’s nowhere to hide.
Is time on our side?
THE DEAD are here.
There’s much to fear.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
THE END IS NEAR
the end
TAKE THE NIGHT TO THE LIMIT
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Take the night to the limit.
The road to its end.
The sun to its setting.
Life to its climax.
Leaving no stone unturned.
No drama left undone.
No sentence left unsaid.
Take the night to the limit.
FALLING
Into the tunnel, we are thrown.
Been more careful if I had known.
We’re falling down a dark abyss.
Please, someone, give us an assist.
We’re falling too hard and fast.
This nightmare better not last.
Our time has come to an end
As we fly around the bend.
The Dead are waiting for us below.
I can hear them yelling out hello.
We land with a thump and a bang.
I’m now facing a big fat fang.
THE DEAD GAME
IT NEVER ENDS
Pain.
Longing.
Hurt.
It never ends.
Happiness.
Fun.
Surprises.
It never ends.
Life has it all.
FINGERS FROM HEAVEN
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Fingers from heaven
Reach for the shore.
Shafts of light
Light the darkening sky.
The clouds move closer.
The rains fall.
The winds follow.
The end is in sight.
FALLING
A heart-shaped pool
to break my fall.
A cold wetness
to entomb me.
Depths to reach
beneath the surface.
I am falling.
No one to catch me.
But cold wetness.
THE END
The end is near.
The end is here.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
BROKEN GLASS
They fly against the Town Hall.
Our shelter from the storm.
They’ve found us.
Windows break.
Glass rains upon us.
The end has come.
Too soon.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
MASK
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The mask has cracked.
I can’t keep it together.
A fight to be perfect.
A battle to be accepted.
The mask has cracked.
Game over.
ALONE IN THE DARK
I sit alone by the table.
I hear voices.
Sounds of movement.
Sounds of life.
I reach out.
I feel something smooth.
A plate.
A meal.
Smells tickle my nose.
Aromas of chicken.
Sweet smells of pudding.
Smells of life.
What color is the food?
Is the sun shining?
Are the faces around me young or old?
So many questions.
Questions I can’t answer,
I’ve never been able to answer.
For I’ve been blind,
Living in the dark for years.
The nursing home is now my prison.
I sit alone,
Ignored by the staff,
Poked by the nurses.
This is not the ending
I would have envisioned for myself.
A darkness too encompassing.
A sadness too overwhelming.
