Showing posts with label gore. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gore. Show all posts

Friday, August 9, 2019

THE GAME IS ALIVE




The stairs lead us to the basement.
Circular saws rotate above our heads.
Traps with pointy edges dangle close.
The door locks behinds us.
The water reaches our ankles.
Three doors appear on the opposite wall.
Will we make it across the water?
Will we ever see the light of day?
The house is alive and winning the game.

🌹THE DEAD GAME ðŸŒ¹

Sunday, April 28, 2019

SECRETS


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DEATH METAL 2012 A by MACKOUSKOSK

My closet holds memories.
It hides my deepest secrets.
It can be dark and dreary.
It can ooze life’s nectar.
I should close the door.
I should never look back.
But I can’t stop myself.
I need to see it once more.

Sunday, July 29, 2018

RED HOT




Red hot waves lap at the shore,
Bringing with it, blood and gore.
Paradise has come to an end.
The Dead are right around the bend.
Death is their evening delight.
They descend with all of their might.
Florida will never be the same
Once it becomes part of The Dead Game.

THE DEAD GAME
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Wednesday, May 9, 2018

DREAMS COME TRUE



An oasis where dreams come true,
Palm trees wave in the warm breeze,
And birds sing a happy tune of their own.
The night exhales its cold breath.
Torrents of wind whip across the sand,
Where dark shadows leave no footprints,
And tourists remain innocent no more.
THE DEAD GAME

Thursday, August 17, 2017

THE DARK STREETS OF TOWN


mostlyitaly:
“  Altamura (Apulia, Italy) by Dauno Settantatre
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Dark are the streets
By which they creep.
Silence is their goal.
Through the town, they go.
Bodies left behind,
Blood-dry we will find.
Church bells are tolling,
And heads are...
Altamura (Apulia, Italy) by Dauno Settantatre

Dark are the streets
By which they creep.
Silence is their goal.
Through the town, they go.
Bodies left behind,
Blood-dry we will find.
Church bells are tolling,
And heads are rolling.
Flee from this we must
Before we are dust.

THE DEAD GAME 

Thursday, July 13, 2017

THE DEAD ARE HERE TO STAY


bright colors ocean

Look at the pretty sky.
Such beauty way up high.
Clouds drifting by so slowly
Like a shrine to what’s holy.
All of this will soon come to an end.
Don’t bother to search for a friend.
The moon will rise up in the night sky
Into the danger from what lurks high.
Dark shadows will descend onto the sand,
Shrieking louder than a marching band.
What do they want from our peaceful town?
Death and mayhem, all served with a frown.
Run for your life if you still can.
A danger for every man.
The Dead are here to stay.
They didn’t come to play.
THE DEAD GAME

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

BURNING HOT





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“ Trailing Edge | vividessentials
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Red hot waves lap at the shore,
Bringing with it blood and gore.
Paradise has come to an end.
The Dead are right around the bend.
Death is their evening delight.
They descend with all of their...


Red hot waves lap at the shore,
Bringing along blood and gore.
Paradise has come to an end.
The Dead are right around the bend.
Death is their evening delight.
They descend with all of their might.
Florida will never be the same
Once it becomes part of The Dead Game.
THE DEAD GAME


Monday, May 1, 2017

A PERFECT OASIS




A perfect oasis on the shore.

You could not ask for anything more.

Sun and surf during the day,

But at night there’s hell to pay.

The waves welcome daily swimmers,

But at night there are no winners.
Afraid to venture out after dark,
Residents stay clear of the town park.
One night, a hanging party is had
By the dark creatures who are plain bad.
Our town is plagued by darkness and woe.

We don’t even know who is our foe.


THE DEAD GAME

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Wednesday, April 19, 2017

BLOOD


My fingers touch my face.
They glisten crimson
in the fading light.
Red drops hit the ground
from my moist lips.
I feel parched.
A thirst I’ve never felt before.
I look around at the fallen bodies.
Throats ripped open.
Sightless eyes open.
I’ve...
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My fingers touch my face.
They glisten crimson
in the fading light.
Red drops hit the ground
from my moist lips.
I feel parched.
A thirst I’ve never felt before.
I look around at the fallen bodies.
Throats ripped open.
Sightless eyes open.
I’ve become one of them.

The Dead Game


Tuesday, February 21, 2017

TRAPPED




HELP ME
I’m trapped in the house.
The house at the edge of the forest.
A forest of darkness and nightmares.
Why did I attend this party?
An invitation to a night of games.
Games played to the death.
Revolving rooms.
Cages descend.
Blood.
Bones.
No more.
I must get out.
THE DEAD can’t win this time.
We must fight for our lives.
THE DEAD GAME

Sunday, February 12, 2017