Sunday, July 31, 2016

A MAN


The Dogfather ðŸŒ¹
I’m a man.
No a wolf.
I have feelings.
I roam the night.
I hunger for her.
I walk on all four.
I need her love.
I yearn for freedom.
I am man.
I will win her love.
THE DEAD GAME

HELL IS HERE



It’s coming.
Closer to shore.
Hell has opened.
For me and more.
THE DEAD GAME
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DEATH


What was life is now death.
What was human is now vampire.

THE DEAD GAME
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FOREST OF MY DREAMS




Lost in the forest of my dreams.
To roam forever in the darkest night.
Never to feel the sun’s kiss my face.
Alone to face the worst of my fears.
Wolf will come for me in this forest.
To take me on his journey down below.
I will become one wth him and his kind.
Never to see my one true love ever again.
THE DEAD GAME

BIG SMILE




cheshire moon
Smile for me.
Shine on me.
Hold me close.
Never let go.
Eyes so bright.
Smile so wide.
Stay with me.
Each and every night.
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WALK THE LINE



The line is straight and clear.
Any misstep
can create abject fear.
Walk the narrow line with great care.
A deviation 
can end the life you hold so dear.
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GLISTENING



Glistening water so deep.
I see it in my half sleep.
Rays of white over it all.
Giving it a mighty pall.
What lives beyond the norm?
Something with a dark form.
It rises from the glowing wet.
It’s definitely not a pet.
With body so muscular and strong.
It could be Wolf but let me be wrong.
THE DEAD GAME

DARK AS SIN



Friday the 13th is here.
There is nothing to fear.
My gargoyle friends are waiting.
Their stares are somewhat scathing.
But the night is still young.
The noose is already hung.
Bats fly around the old house.
They squeak like a little mouse.
Lightning sizzles as it plays.
Over the dark house it stays.
Thunder rumbles in pain.
Loud noises but no rain.
The door opens wide.
There’s no place to hide.
We might as well go in.
inside looks dark as sin.
THE DEAD GAME
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IN A HURRY


In a hurry.
Cars race by.
Colorful streaks of light.
Can’t see the drivers.
Only the lights.
Moving quickly.
Racing somewhere.
But where?
Where the grass is greener.
People are happier.
The food tastes better.
Or not.


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Monday, July 25, 2016

Light

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.

IT CRUMBLES



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.