THE PIANO PLAYS

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The house welcomes us.

The piano plays.

The keys dance.

The walls moan.

A long night ahead.

THE DEAD GAME 

ALIVE

lilipilyspirit

Sascha Schneider (German, 1870–1927), Eichenwald auf Ruegen (Oak Forest on Ruegen Island), 1925 

The forest grows dark.

It has come alive.

Wooden arms reach for me.

Roots uncurl from the ground.

Trees shake and dance

to the moans of the wind.

Dark shadows follow me.

Moonlight teases me.

I’m trapped in hell,

where the sun doesn’t shine.

THE DEAD GAME

 

RISING

Source:r-e-drum 

Creak.

Crunch.

The air moves.

Squeak.

Moan.

The trees shake.

I shouldn’t have come alone.

In the dark.

After the sun sets.

The moon rises.

And so do The Dead.

THE DEAD GAME

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THE LIGHT

 
A distant light beckons to me.

It seems to be moving closer.

I can hear its moaning cry.

What can it be?

Come with me into the woods

And we will find out together.

THE DEAD GAME

KILL ME NOW

killedtheinnocentpeople:

Untitled by Joe Kennett.

KILL ME NOW

A walk through the greenhouse

on a sunny afternoon.

Darkness soon falls on the dense copse of trees,

covering us with its inky shadow.

Rustling sounds echo from within the foliage,

followed by sighs and moans.

The trees begin moving,

their leaves striking us in a quick tempo.

We're surrounded.

Are the trees moving on their own?

The trees are coming alive!

Alive with The Dead.

Just kill me now.

THE DEAD GAME

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DEAR STATUE

DEAR STATUE

So alive.
I could hear you breathing.
Is that a moan?
Maybe it was the wind.
Is that a rustle of clothing?
Maybe someone else is in the garden.
Is that a sigh?
I heard a sigh.
Are you tired of standing still?
Is that a tear on your cheek?
Your eyes look sad.
Reflecting a remorse so deep
that I can feel it.
What else do I feel?
A whisper of breath on my face.
Are you breathing, dear one?
Are you alive beneath the stone?
Raise your head.
Look me in the eye.
It’s time to be free.
Let your soul be free
and soar above on your wings.
Take flight, dear one.
Take flight.

ABANDONED

Abandoned Library (by katka.havlikova)

Books sitting on shelves.
Abandoned and deserted.
Knowledge lost.
Potential buried.
Frequent visitors.
The wind sneaking in
through curtains.
The sun peeking in.
Animals walking past
the discarded pages.
But no one that can read.
No one who cares.
The wind gives a moan.