
All are welcome,
but few may leave.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
by Susanne Leist
The end is near.
Will The Dead disappear?
All are welcome,
but few may leave.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
by Susanne Leist
The end is near.
Will The Dead disappear?
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
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.
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
Pain.
Longing.
Hurt.
It never ends.
Happiness.
Fun.
Surprises.
It never ends.
Life has it all.
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.
The end is near.
The end is here.
THE DEAD GAME SERIES
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
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.