TRANQUILITY

by zeewipark

Tranquility I seek

In the water so deep.

The moonlight’s glow,

The wave’s salty flow,

Even the whale’s blow,

Bring me to a special place,

As soothing as a lover’s embrace.

Cold fingers hold me aloft

In a bed so watery and soft.

FROM THE DEEP

They come from the deep.

They come when you sleep.

On waves of ice and stone,

They’ll burn you to the bone.

Fire burns hot on the ice

As demons cut a deep slice.

Stay far from the shore,

Or they’ll search for more.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES by Susanne Leist

FROM THE DEEP

I come from the deep sea.

I come only for thee.

There is nowhere I’d rather be

but with you

by the dark blue sea.

PREY FOR THE DEAD

FROM THE DEEP

They come from the deep.

They come when you sleep.

On waves of ice and stone,

They’ll burn you to the bone.

Fire burns hot in the ice.

The demons cut a deep slice.

Stay far from the shore,

Or they’ll ask for more.

THE DEAD GAME SERIES by Susanne Leist

I WILL SURVIVE

Water surrounds me.

Icy water.

I’m pulled deeper.

Waves drag me

from the shore.

I swim.

I tread water.

My head above the water,

I will survive.

DRIPPING WITH SIN

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   The waves are churning.

   My face is burning.

   What’s coming for me?

   I don’t want to see.

   It rises from the deep

   when all are fast asleep.

   The Dead come ashore.

   For me, they’ve come for.

   There’s nowhere to run or hide.

   I refuse to take their side.

   The Dead will not win.

   They’re dripping with sin.

   THE DEAD GAME

FREE AT LAST

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FREE AT LAST

Slow is the course of your waves.

Colors of the deep lie by my feet.

Your soothing laps bring me peace.

I must swim out to see whom I meet.

Your cold envelopes my stiff body.

Soon I am immersed in your cocoon.

I dive down deep below the surface.

I won’t be returning all too soon.

Trying to outrun my demons,

I swim faster from the shore.

I leave behind my enemies.

I don’t need them anymore.

I’m free at last from my problems

As I stroke hard away from humanity. 

No one is waiting for me back home.

I’m free to float away for eternity.

RISING FROM THE DEEP

coiour-my-world:

Rising from the deep,

caressed by the moon.

Chest heaving.

Red eyes gleaming,

facing the shore.

Arms of steel

part the waves.

Muscular legs

pump the sand.

Head tilted back

to give a mighty roar.

A beauty to behold.

A deadly presence to face.

Pounding footsteps

follow close behind.

Eating up the miles to town,

where Oasis will stand no more.

THE DEAD GAME

RISING FROM THE DEEP

coiour-my-world:

Rising from the deep,

caressed by the moon.

Chest heaving.

Red eyes gleaming,

facing the shore.

Arms of steel

part the waves.

Muscular legs

pump the sand.

Head tilted back

to give a mighty roar.

A beauty to behold.

A deadly presence to face.

Pounding footsteps

follow close behind.

Eating up the miles to town,

where Oasis will stand no more.

THE DEAD GAME

THE DEEP

Cover me with your cold arms,

A baby blanket of softness.

Take me down under your waves,

Where the world glows a bluish green.

Life swirls by in colors of the rainbow,

Filled with creatures swimming free.

A harmony of rhythmic movement,

Following the slow tempo of the deep.

SOOTHING WETNESS

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A walk to the edge.

A dip in the ocean.

A dive into the unknown.

It will soon cover me

With its soothing wetness.

Am I ready?

SPARKLE FOR ME

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Sparkle for me ocean blue.

I’ve come here only for you.

Your beauty tempts me this night.

I have given up the fight.

Wrap you cold arms around me.

I long to be light and free.

Pull me deeper inside.

I have long lost my pride.

Your water feels cold and nice.

I’ve become a block of ice.

Icicles hang from my hair.

But I don’t have any fear.

Warm me.

Soothe me.

Hold me.

Feel me.

I trusted you.

I had loved you.

I am nothing.

I am no more.

THE DEEP

THE DEEP

The water sparkles.

A bottomless pit.

Shadows of tree limbs

drift along its murky surface.

It snatches pieces of debris

on its journey down river.

Rocks, branches, leaves…

fall into its dark abyss.

Something is moving.

A hand.

Reaches for me.

An inky black hand.

What should I do?

Wait.

Two arms.

A dark figure

emerges from the water.

Too big to be human.

It’s facing me.

It doesn’t have eyes.

A dark shadow,

dripping inky slime.

It roars.

It walks toward me.

I want to run.

I want to hide.

But I can’t.

My feet are stuck to the ground.

More roaring sounds.

More creatures are rising.

Is this real?

Am I dreaming?

All becomes quiet.

No roaring.

What happened?

“What are you doing?”

I turn around.

I’m standing in front

of the TV screen.

My friends stare back at me.

I’m blocking a horror movie.

I feel embarrassed.

I feel myself being hit

by popcorn.

Another Saturday night.