REGRETS

Source:sj0

As I fade away,

I think of days gone by.

As I crumble to sand,

I remember the past.

As I shrivel to nothing,

I regret what I’ve done.

But most of all,

I regret what I haven’t.

THE CRIMSON REFLECTION

 

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The sky dips into its bag of tricks

to bring forth a full moon,

as its crimson reflection

mars the ocean’s smooth surface.

From the water’s murky depths,

dark creatures rise this night.

Onto our crisp white shores, they walk,

leaving bloody footprints in the sand,

painting our town crimson,

beneath the blood-red moon.

THE DEAD GAME 

I LONG TO TOUCH HIS FACE

trevorme

I see him in my mind’s eye.

He is dead, and so am I.

He floats alone in the ocean.

I have taken the dark potion.

His body slowly drifts near,

A countenance without fear.

I long to touch his face,

Not of the human race.

My spirit glides free.

And soon, so shall he.

WITHOUT FEAR

trevorme

I see him in my mind’s eye.

He is dead, and so am I.

He floats alone in the ocean.

We have taken the dark potion.

He drifts near,

Without fear.

I long to touch his face,

Not of the human race.

My spirit glides free.

And soon so shall he.

HAIKU OF DEATH

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Separate - 180425

The void swallows me.

I fall into the darkness.

Silence engulfs me.

I free-fall in space.

Gravity, my enemy.

No place left to hide.

I keep my eyes shut.

When will I hit rock bottom?

The air turns chilly.

My descent goes fast.

I’ve come to my bitter end.

Life is in the past.

DEATH I CANNOT BEAR

Stay away from here.

Death I cannot bear.

I’m telling a horror tale

with each wag of my fine tail.

Tourists disappear into the thin air.

One day they are right here.

The next day they’re nowhere.

THE DEAD GAME

LIVING

Source: aqua-regia009

LIVING

Seek and you shall find

what the mind may hide.

Follow the soft sighs

to where the bird flies.

Dig deeper into your dream

as you float with the stream.

Time will never end

nor will it ever bend.

Enjoy the here and now

as I give my last bow.

UNSTOPPABLE

I reach for it.

I clench my fist.

I can’t grasp it.

It flows through my fingers.

It can’t be stopped.

I drop my hand,

and bow my head to it.

THE DANGER HAS HIT HOME

The earth weeps tears

to fill an ocean.

As oceans fill with waste,

no one takes notice.

As icebergs melt and crumble,

no one stops to listen.

But once a deadly virus appears,

the world wakes in an uproar.

The danger has hit home.

LOVE BITE

Death marks the spot.
You love me or not.
A vampire I might be,
I come on bended knee.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES
by Susanne Leist

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B07P8MS722?ref=series_rw_dp_labf

ESCAPE TO ETERNITY

In a time, where death
follows your footsteps,
and no one is safe,
escape to a place,
where life and death merge
to become one existence
that continues for eternity.

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RED HOT WAVES

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Red hot waves lap at the shore,

bringing with it blood and gore.

Paradise has come to an end.

Death is right around the bend.

Florida will never be the same

once we play The Dead Game.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE BRIAR ROSE

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Tristan Elwell ~ “Briar Rose”

Evil lives among beauty.

While roses smell sweet,

Thorns can prick and draw blood.

CRIMSON TIDE

Blood runs red

with inky determination.

It fills the ocean

with crimson.

It arrives with the tides

to our sandy shores.

Bodies fall

in the wake of its path.

The next night it returns

to sprinkle blood once more.

THE DEAD GAME

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