IT TAUNTS ME

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Horror taunts me.

It creeps closer.

I can feel it,

taste it.

It surrounds me.

I’m sealed in a coffin.

Dirt sinks me deeper.

A crack of light appears.

A peek at my tormentor.

A glimpse of hell.

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.

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Lost in a field of daisies

Lost in a field of daisies.

Falling between the stalks.

Covered by their leaves.

Pulled down by their roots.

Darkness buries me.

Dirt envelopes me.

Illusion becomes reality.

A nightmare becomes hell.

No way out for me.

Only the faces of daisies.

THE DEAD love their games.

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WHO AM I?

Who am I?

Who was I?

A man.

A woman.

A doctor.

A soldier.

Maybe a murderer.

Does it matter?

Does it matter anymore?

We all end up the same.

Underground.

Buried.

But it is how we are

remembered

that matters.

Our memory lingers on.

Be remembered as a

doctor,

soldier,

or murderer.

It’s your choice.

THE FIRST SNOWSTORM

 

Snow covers the ground

with its white purity.

Everything is

whispered clean.

Sounds are muted.

Animals go into hiding.

A hush falls.

We’re able to take a deep breath,

step back,

and enjoy the beauty.

There’s no hurry.

Cars are buried.

Mass transit is shut down.

We have time for family

and snow ball fights.

Sleds sliding down

newly created hills.

Hot chocolate

in front of the fire.

Marshmallows roasting

on sticks.

I have my boots and gloves.

I’m ready!

DOWN WE GO!

The opulent staircase gives way.
Linda slides into its deadly grasp.
A tunnel envelopes her.
Hands reach out for her.
A thick, spongy darkness.
Walls too slippery to grab.
Cries fill the endless void.

Will I reach the bottom?
Is there even a bottom to this madness?
Who lives beneath End House?
Will I become one of them?
Forever roaming the dark tunnels,
Not really dead but one of the undead.

Into the unyielding darkness comes a cry.
“Stop!”
Linda looks up to see Todd and Shana,
Clinging to the rocky walls.
It was Todd who had called out.
The tunnel dissolves.
The stairs return.

They run down the staircase
And make it to the front door.
Linda pulls on the handle.
It won’t budge.
“Open!”
At Todd’s command,
The door opens for them.
The house pushes them out.
The door slams behind them.

Too terrified to look at Todd,
Linda races ahead to the car.
If Todd has powers,
Then he might be one of The Dead.
He could be evil like the rest of them. 
I can’t believe I was actually
Falling for him.

Linda’s problems have only begun.

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MOONSTRUCK

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moonstruck

Rising.

Moonstruck.

Building up.

Bearing down.

Beating the sand.

Arms of steel.

Thrashing.

Flowing closer.

Until all is buried.

Oasis is no more.

THE DEAD GAME

RIP

desertbeagle

May The Dead rest in peace.

Way under the earth they may roam.

Far away from our shores.

As long as they find a new home.

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