I reach for it.
I close my fingers.
But I can’t catch it.
It filters through.
Continuing on its journey.
Nothing can stop it.
Nothing can hold it.
I reach for it.
I close my fingers.
But I can’t catch it.
It filters through.
Continuing on its journey.
Nothing can stop it.
Nothing can hold it.
In the dark, we fly free.
We’re not afraid to fall.
Above mountains and sea,
Goodbye to one and all.
Where will we land?
We do not care.
Could be the sand
or a hunter’s snare.
Smouldering Heart of the Blues by ecstaticist on Flickr.
The blue sucks me in.
Velvet petals caress my face.
A buzzing bee whizzes past.
I’m inside the midnight blue darkness.
My head spins from its heady fragrance.
Lines of poetry beg to be written.
Will I yield to the blue darkness?
It’s a trap I cannot escape.
Welcome to End House
Come on in.
We are waiting for you.
The party is about to begin.
Let me show you the way.
The party is for you.
Where is everyone you ask?
They’re around—around everywhere.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
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The candles will light your way.
Follow their flickering path.
No harm will come to you.
I promise.
Who can your trust in Oasis?
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist
THE DEAD GAME—DAY 42
Huddled together as one, they entered the house and stood in the dark hall. The only light came from two lines of lit candles traveling up the ornate banisters of the marble staircase, and a third row of candles hanging from wall sconces in the right hallway. The sconces served to illuminate this hallway, while leaving the second hallway to the left of the staircase in complete darkness.
No one was there to greet them or to tell them where to go. The group stood still, in awe of the sweeping staircase with its majestic red carpeting. Todd returned from somewhere in the dark recesses of the house and suggested that they split up into two groups. He directed Linda, Shana, Gregg, Ryan, and Judy to proceed upstairs with him, while Mike, David, Edward, Tom, and Louise were told to follow the long line of candles along the right hallway.
FOLLOW THE CORRIDOR.
IS THERE AN END?
DOES IT CONTINUE ON FOREVER?
OR IS IT JUST AN ILLUSION?
WHAT IS WAITING FOR US?
IT IS SUPPOSED TO BE DESERTED,
BUT WE HAVE BEEN INVITED TO A PARTY.
IS IT A PARTY OR A TRAP?
Enter End House in The Dead Game—if you dare. Surprises are in store for all visitors.
(Source: 0ccvltism)