Sunday, February 23, 2014

LIFE IS AN ILLUSION

LIFE IS AN ILLUSION

It is almost midnight.
At midnight, the dancing stops,
all stand and listen to the bell as it tolls.
The dance floor is empty.
All that remains are the life-like statues
with their mournful faces.
Where is everyone disappearing to?
Come upstairs and you will find out.
One of the secret meetings at End House
is about to begin. 
 
It is almost midnight.
At midnight, the dancing stops,
all stand and listen to the bell as it tolls.
The dance floor is empty.
All that remains are the life-like statues
with their mournful faces.
Where is everyone disappearing to?
Come upstairs and you will find out.
One of the secret meetings at End House
is about to begin.

Maybe it will protect you from vampires,
but what about other evil creatures?
In a horror story, I can create any creature.
What about witches, werewolves, and The Dead?
They laugh at rings of salt.
Come follow The Dead and see what
can kill them. 
 
Maybe it will protect you from vampires,
but what about other evil creatures?
In a horror story, I can create any creature.
What about witches, werewolves, and The Dead?
They laugh at rings of salt.
Come follow The Dead and see what
can kill them.
  • Knives aren’t any help when you
are caught in a nightmare.
You can walk softly and peek
around every corner,
but the evil will catch up to you.
Forget about screaming—
no one is there to hear you
or even care.
The Dead don’t care about your screams.
Good night.

Knives aren’t any help when you
are caught in a nightmare.
You can walk softly and peek
around every corner,
but the evil will catch up to you.
Forget about screaming—
no one is there to hear you
or even care.
The Dead don’t care about your screams.
Good night.

Enter, my dear friends.
What you will see is all part
of my elaborate illusion.
Many doors to enter.
Revolving rooms to get lost in.
Try the basement.
Don’t get locked in.
Too late!
Now you must cross the dark
pool of water, without being
trapped by the sharp cages
falling from the ceiling.
What’s that noise?
Are those giant saws sweeping through the water?
Of course they are.
Just another hurdle for you to jump over.
Are these illusions or not?
Soon you will find out!
The Dead love their games. 
 
Enter, my dear friends.
What you will see is all part
of my elaborate illusion.
Many doors to enter.
Revolving rooms to get lost in.
Try the basement.
But don’t get locked in.
Too late!
Now you must cross the dark
pool of water, without being
trapped by the sharp cages
falling from the ceiling.
What’s that noise?
Are those giant saws sweeping through the water?
Of course they are.
Just another hurdle for you to jump over.
Are these illusions or not?
Soon you will find out!
The Dead love their games.