SAY A PRAYER FOR ME

A casualty of war.

A casualty of nature.

Sad.

Alone.

Drifting.

Broken.

Silenced forever.

Say a prayer for me.

DEAD SILENCE

Silence reigns supreme.

The sun hides its face.

Palm trees shake their leaves.

Winds quicken their pace.

The hotel stands deserted.

Flapping sounds fill the air.

Dark shadows join the fray

Beneath his icy stare.

THE DEAD GAME

I WALK ALONE

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I walk alone.

In dead silence.

The wind flees.

The moon hides.

Man stays clear.

I walk alone.

Death is my companion.

Fear is my weapon.

Hell is my home.

I walk alone.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE OLD HOUSE

The old house stands alone,

dark and deserted,

on the overgrown lawn.

A wind rustles through the fallen leaves.

The only sound in the dead silence.

No footsteps to break the quiet.

No sounds of life to lift the spirits.

Only the dead for company.

Their spirits walk the house.

No footsteps to break the quiet.

For the dead don’t leave footprints.

THE ROAD TO NOWHERE

What will it feel like
at the end?
On your last road,
at your last stop.
No more road signs.
No more signals.
Only dead silence.
No people.
No lights.
No sounds.
Memories flitting by.
Old smells.
Then darkness.
No!
I want to go out
with a bang!
A parade.
A marching band,
with music and laughter.
Let’s wait for the parade.
I can hear it in the distance.

COME PLAY ME

The house sits empty.
Deserted for years.
Dust its sole visitor.
The grand piano waits for a voice.
Someone to play its keys.
One last song before
it’s too late.
Before its beauty is lost.
Before it joins the dust.
Come play me.

THE DARK ABYSS

Falling…
Deeper and deeper
into the dark abyss.
No sights.
No sounds.
Only the air whooshing by
as I fall.
Will someone save me?
Will I hit rock bottom?
Is there a bottom to this hell
we call life?
Only time will tell.

DARK SHADOWS OF MY MIND

The nightmare of my mind.
Crammed with trees and dirt.
A deserted forest of the night.
No visitors or intruders.
Only death and silence.
Graves mark the spots
where life once stood.
Now all that’s left is
darkness and shadows.
Shadows drifting across
space and my mind.