THE DEAD GAME SERIES

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

QUICKSAND



Let’s travel through the forest so green.
A creature-filled oasis but don’t scream.
The roots tangle around our feet.
Walking becomes a scary feat.
Neon leaves hit our faces.
A hit every few paces.
I’m sinking deep into the forest floor.
Quicksand my enemy forever more.

ALIVE


Source:

I am smoke.
I am air.
Watch me fly.
Through the air.
I hold my breath.
Head held high.
You are alive.
And so am I.

PURPLE NECTAR



Cover me in purple.
Pour it like wine
Over my body.
Let it trickle down
To my mouth.
I want a sip.
Of your purple nectar.

LOST



I am no one.
I am nothing.
No one sees me.
No one cares.
I am alone.
I am lost.
I am human.

A TOUCH


Henri Martin, Mystic Scene, 1895

In the quiet,
There is a hum,
A whispering sound.
A pitch too high to hear.
A touch too light to feel.
We are never alone.

SKIN AND BONES



Skin and bones.
That’s all we are.
Easy to break.
Easy to fall.
Don’t fall apart.
Keep strong.
Keep fit.
In mind,
Body,
And soul.

THE DARK OF NIGHT



The moon bows its head.
In retreat behind the clouds.
Hiding its face.
Leaving no trace behind.
That’s when they’ll come.
In the dark.
In the cold.
In the night.

FIELD OF BLUE




In the field of blue
I will roam.
In the ocean of flowers
I will be free.
In the sunshine
I will soar.
In this world
I will be happy.
Yes.
I will.

THE DOOR


Wooden Door, Orvieto, Italy © Doug Hickok  All Rights Reserved

The door beckons.
It opens.
Into the darkness.
Into the quiet.
We step inside.
It locks behind us.
The silence envelopes us.
It carries us to our destination.
To the dark chambers.
Beneath the house.
Where our fate awaits us.
THE DEAD GAME

THE DEAD BY THE SEA



THE DEAD BY THE SEA
Come with me to the pool by the sea.
Oasis is the best place to be.
Relax by the pool or sit at the bar.
Tourists visit this place from near and far.

I think I’ll take a dip in the pool.
I am definitely not a fool.
I’d never pass up a chance for fun
Or a tan in the Florida sun.

Wait! Come and look over here.
I found a book on the chair.
A small town is a beautiful place.
I see the stunned look on your face.

Oasis Hotel resembles this one.
But it isn’t always fun in the sun.
It is a haven for The Dead.
Is the heat going to your head?

The sky is turning cloudy and dark.
I can see shadows over the park.
What’s that standing behind you?
It’s not one shadow but two.

More shadows are coming ashore.
I’m not going to wait for more.
Our destiny seems to be in this book.
I’m leaving now without a second look.

WAIT FOR IT


 Source:

It comes in the night.
It comes to all.
To all who sleep.
To all who lie awake.
It comes on soft wings.
It comes in silence.
I lie and wait.
In trepidation.
In fear.
For it.

Monday, February 19, 2018

PERFECT THE FIRST TIME



Perfect.
No changes needed.
No rewind.
No second chances.
Perfect the first time.

A RIDE ON THE WILD SIDE




A ride to hell and back.
I will sit in the back.
We fly through the night air.
Sound barriers we tear.
Demons fly by our side.
I have nowhere to hide.
They take us to their lair.
I’m pulled hard by my hair.
Life is over for me.
I’ll never be set free.

THE DEVIL HIDES HIS FACE




He has come for me.
I’ll never be free.
He comes this night.
Fear at first sight.

He claims his love.
But he’s no dove.
He’s evil as can be.
Always searching for me.

I must hide until morning.
Or the town will be mourning.
The devil hides his face.
I know his deadly pace.

His footsteps ring hollow.
Steps quicken to follow.
He sings a sweet song.
I know I’m not wrong.

The devil is right behind me.
Even though his face I can’t see.
He has me in his grasp.
I cry out with a gasp.

He kisses me with passion.
I know this is his fashion.
To take what is not his.
And make me only his.

THE DEAD GAME