Sunday, April 28, 2019


I’m over here.
I can smell your fear.
You won’t be alone.
I can hear your moan.

I’ll be rising soon
On the next full moon.
We’ll rise from down under
On lightning and thunder.

You will not recognize me.
I’ll be different you see.
My new body is strong.
Now do not get me wrong.

I still love you, my dear.
Of that, please have no fear.

THE DEAD GAME continues

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