UNMASKED

I must flee this scene.

I must not be seen.

Your mask has dropped.

You must be stopped

before our town is taken over

by my so-called former lover.

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MASKED

Who will save our town?

I stand in my gown,

gazing at the masked guests,

wondering who gives the tests.

The one who runs the evil game

and brought to our town deadly fame.

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UNMASKED

The mask has cracked.

I can’t keep it together.

A fight to be perfect.

A battle to be accepted.

The mask has cracked.

The game is over.

TWO FACES

This is the real me.

The one behind the mask.

There is a reason to fear.

The Dead will soon be here.

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

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UNMASKED

UNMASKED

Show me your face.
Reveal your true colors.
Take off your mask.
What lies underneath?

Without your arrogant facade.
Your roguish manner.
Your flirty ways.
What lies underneath?

Walk to me
As yourself
Without lies.
What lies underneath?

Let the mask fall to the ground.
Let it break.
Shatter to pieces.
I see what lies underneath.

MASK

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The mask has cracked.

I can’t keep it together.

A fight to be perfect.

A battle to be accepted.

The mask has cracked.

Game over.

LOST FACE

Garis Edelweiss (Indonesian, b. 1984, Pasuruan, Jawa Timur, Indonesia) – Maddah-Sarasvati, 2017  Drawings: Pencil on Paper

A picture is worth a thousand words.

What words does this picture inspire?

A woman whose face is lost,

To be replaced by bouncing balls.

What are we without our faces?

What will we have left to show the world?

The image brings forth feelings of confusion,

An imbalance created by the lack of face.

Our faces are needed to reveal our true selves.

Without them, we are useless like

balls forever bouncing by an unseen force.

THE DEVIL HIDES HIS FACE

He has come for me.

I’ll never be free.

He comes this night.

Fear at first sight.

He claims his love.

But he’s no dove.

He’s evil as can be.

Always searching for me.

I must hide until morning.

Or the town will be mourning.

The devil hides his face.

I know his deadly pace.

His footsteps ring hollow.

Steps quicken to follow.

He sings a sweet song.

I know I’m not wrong.

The devil is right behind me.

Even though his face I can’t see.

He has me in his grasp.

I cry out with a gasp.

He kisses me with passion.

I know this is his fashion.

To take what is not his.

And make me only his.

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AN ICE FANTASY

An ice heaven waits for us.

Ice statues in paradise.

A party in the dark night.

I refuse to run from fright.

Guests twirl around the dance floor.

I can take this anymore.

No melting until the sun shines bright.

For now, I must halt my morning flight.

We must uncover The Dead creatures.

Behind masks, I can see their features.

They’re cold as death in the morning.

For me, they will soon be mourning.

But I must help to free our town.

I think this as I twirl around.

THE DEAD GAME

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UNMASKED

UNMASKED

Show me your face.
Reveal yourself.
Take off your mask.
What lies underneath?

Without your arrogant facade.
Your roguish manner.
Your flirty ways.
What lies underneath?

Walk to me.
As yourself.
Without lies.
So I can see what lies underneath.

Let the mask fall to the ground.
Let it break.
Shatter to pieces.
I can now see what lies underneath.

MASKED

 (Source: chicparadiselilly3)

Put on your mask.

Dress in your gown.

Step into your party shoes.

The dance is about to begin.

Music fills the mirrored room.

The band picks up the beat.

Dancers swirl under chandeliers.

Rainbows of light reflect off the walls.

The room enlarges to accommodate the dancers.

Until the clock strikes midnight.

The music stops.

The dancers stand still.

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BEAUTY OF THE NIGHT

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by Josh Garner

He comes in the night for me.

He is much too strong for me.

His beauty I can only see.

His evil is hidden from me.

I do not see his grotesque face.

Only his mask he puts in place.

Take me with you now in the night.

To me you’re a beautiful sight.

He lifts me high into the air.

And whisks me away to his lair.

The Dead Game by Susanne Leist

UNMASKED

UNMASKED

Show me your face.
Reveal your true colors.
Take off your mask.
What lies underneath?

Without your arrogant facade.
Your roguish manner.
Your flirty ways.
What lies underneath?

Walk to me.
As yourself.
Without lies.
So I can see what lies underneath.

Let the mask fall to the ground.
Let it break.
Shatter to pieces.
I can now see what lies underneath.

MASK

This is the real me.

Behind the mask.

I may seem bright and happy,

but underneath I’m deadly.

Deadly serious about

those who provoke me.

Keep your distance from me

and from all of THE DEAD.

For we do not make friends.

Only enemies.

THE DEAD GAME

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