THE DEAD GAME

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Tick tock tick tock

chimes the old clock.

Cold like a vault.

The dancers halt.

Evil is near.

The Dead are here.

Heads are rolling.

Let’s go bowling.

Midnight has come.

A game for none.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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TRAPPED IN WONDERLAND

Too many people on the streets.

Cars honking their horns.

People shoving each other.

When did life become so hectic?

Why is everyone in a hurry?

Where are they all going?

They become a blur to me.

One shoving mass of humanity.

Hurrying to their end.

No individuality.

No caring.

No manners.

Only a need

to get somewhere fast.

Trapped in their

Alice of Wonderland—

in a hurry to go nowhere.

TIME STOPS FOR NO ONE

Time continues on and on.<br /> Without stopping or hesitating.<br /> What if time stopped?<br /> Would we still age?<br /> Would everyone and everything<br /> come to a stand still?<br /> It’s nice to dream, isn’t it?

Time continues on and on.

Without stopping or hesitating.

What if time stopped?

Would we still age?

Would everyone and everything

come to a stand still?

It’s nice to dream, isn’t it?