FOLLOW THE LIGHTS

halftimeprincess: Art by Augusto Peixoto @ IrondoomDesign DEVIANTART

FOLLOW THE LIGHTS

Follow the lights to the house of glass.

There will be much splendor in the grass.

Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.

A more decadent event there could not be.

Champagne will flow until the wee hours.

Come with me and dance among the flowers.

This room full of guests gives me a chill.

Maybe we should leave, I’ve had my fill.

Stares follow us in the room.

They’ll be upon us too soon.

The guests are not what they appear.

Beneath, they are just bones and hair.

THE DEAD GAME

Kindle

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Nook

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SKIN AND BONES

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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.

Transparent

I walk the night.

My skin transparent

In the moonlight.

My true self revealed

For all to see.

Come walk with me

Through the streets.

Others join us

On our dark march.

The sun is gone.

The moon is master.

We are The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME

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REIGN

The Dead reign supreme.

They hold life in their hands.

Blood in their teeth.

Bones in their hands.

Humans for dessert.

Cats for practice.

Meow!

THE DEAD GAME

Kindle

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Nook

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THE DEAD ARE HERE

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The Dead are here.

Have no fear.

They love to play.

Come and stay.

THE DEAD GAME

THE SUN SHINES ALL DAY

THE SUN SHINES ALL DAY

Come and swim with me
By the deep blue sea.
Where fish and dolphins play
And the sun shines all day.

The ocean sparkles green and blue
Like a wrapped present just for you.
The soft sand is so white and clean.
Perfection has no in-between.

Oasis is perfect to get away.
It is the best place I can safely say.
Except for the desolate night
That might offer us a big fright.

Dark shadows come out from their homes.
The sun uncovers only bones.
What happens at night is a mystery.
Along with Oasis' long history. 
 
Come and swim with me
By the deep blue sea.
Where fish and dolphins play
And the sun shines all day.

THE DEAD GAME

Kindle

http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP

Nook

http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

FOLLOW THE LIGHTS

halftimeprincess: Art by Augusto Peixoto @ IrondoomDesign DEVIANTART

 

FOLLOW THE LIGHTS

Follow the lights to the house of glass.

There will be much splendor in the grass.

Lights in the trees as far as the eye could see.

A more decadent event there could not be.

Champagne will be flowing until the wee hours.

Come with me and dance among the pretty flowers.

This room full of guests gives me a chill.

Maybe we should leave I’ve had my fill.

Eyes are following us in the room.

They will be upon us all too soon.

The guests are not what they appear.

Beneath they are just bones and hair.

THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
http://amzn.to/1lKvMrP
Nook
http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

HELP ME

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.
By those who are already dead.
Revolving rooms.
Cages descending from the ceiling.
Blood.
Bones.
No more.
I must get out.
THE DEAD can’t win this time.
We must fight for our lives.

THE DEAD GAME
Kindle
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Nook
http://bit.ly/1lFdqNj

THE DEER

THE DEER

I was someone.
I was important.
I had a family.
Friends.
Life was good.
Full of joy.
Adventures.
Until the poachers.
Now I wait here.
Why did this happen?
Why?

THE NIGHT COMES

The night comes soft and quiet.
Dragging its feet.
Lurking in alleys and hallways.
Hiding its long tresses.
Come to me, night.
Come to me, now.
I can’t wait anymore.
Your time on earth is limited.
Enter my domain.
A domain filled with darkness.
Filled with spirits, holding
their pent-up breaths for you.
Yes, come closer.

TIME IS PASSING US BY

TIME IS PASSING US BY

nikolvoodoo:

Time passes very quickly.
It heeds no one
It waits for no one.
We have a limited time in this world,
so we must make the best of it.
Before it’s too late.

• via All the Goth
• Jul 4
• 47
• time clock passing wait quick world late limited good bad death life mankind tick tock ticking

Do we truly see ourselves as we are?
As a body with a soul running through it.
A soul that could be black as death
or as light as the sun shining above.
Who are we?
We are what’s inside
and not the pile of skin
and bones on the outside.

 

Come here clear water.

Wash onto the shore.

Wash away all the dirt

and debris from life.

Purify us and our souls.

Let us clear our mind

and enjoy the beauty of the ocean.

It brings a newness to our lives

and our souls.

 

SKIN AND BONES

Just a note for us to remember that
we are only skin and bones.
Our lives and bodies are fragile.
We could be whisked away in
a strong wind.
All that will be remembered about
us is what we have left behind.
Therefore, we must be sure—very sure—
that we leave behind something significant.
Whether it’s family, friends, art, or good deeds
it must be significant enough to be remembered.
Start working on it now before it’s too late.

THE ONE INSIDE

What do you see when you look into the mirror?
Do you see what everyone else sees?
Do you see your skin, hair, and eyes?
Or do you see what’s inside?
Do you see who you really are
once you peel away the bones?
You can’t help it.
You know who you are, no matter
how you present yourself to others.