HOTTER THAN HELL

Hotter than hell is their playground.

Beneath layers of rocks and dirt.

They wait for their day of salvation.

When they can ride in the storm.

They grow impatient for the invasion.

The end of life as we know it.

I can hear their cries blowing in the wind.

The whispers brought forth from below.

It’s time for us to gather ammunition.

Before our poor town is nothing at all.

THE DEAD GAME

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THROW YOUR DIRT

lifeisthefight:

You can bury me,
Throw dirt on me
And walk away.
But I will survive.
I will dig my way free.
The human spirit cannot
be extinguished.
It will continue to shine
despite evil’s attempts
to destroy it.

Throw your dirt.

I will be back.

DANGLING HORROR

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DANGLING HORROR

It dangles before me.

A horror to be felt.

All consuming.

Almost tasted.

Walls closing in.

Becoming a coffin.

My fears locked in.

Waiting to be unleashed.

Darkness holds me.

Stiff as a corpse.

A tiny dot of light.

A peek at my tormentor.

A glimpse of hell.

BURIED IN THE SAND

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I’ve been buried in the dirt.

At least I had on a shirt.

Who did this to me?

I can’t even see.

Sand fills my mouth and my eyes.

I won’t tell you any lies.

I deserve to be in the sand.

So now give me a helping hand.

BURIED ALIVE

lifeisthefight:

You can bury me,
Throw dirt on me
And walk away.
But I will survive.
I will dig my way free.
The human spirit cannot
be extinguished.
It will continue to shine
despite evil’s attempts
to destroy it.

Throw your dirt.

I will be back.