Monday, February 29, 2016

WELCOME




You are finally here.
Welcome.
The Dead are waiting.
For you.

THE DEAD GAME

A NIGHT AT END HOUSE





Candles fill the night.
Candles light the way.
Down the long corridor.
Past leering portraits.
Peeling wallpaper.
A door to the basement.
Slippery stairs.
One hanging lightbulb.
Door locks.
Basement fills with water.
Pointy traps fall from the ceiling.
Followed by circular saws.
A nightmare?
No.
A night at End House in Oasis.

THE DEAD GAME

THE GREENHOUSE






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A greenhouse in Florida.
Greenery and wildlife to the brim.
Trees with life of their own.
Birds unseen but heard.
Limbs reaching.
Grabbing for the next visitor.
Snakes slithering in their cages.
Wings flapping in the next room.
Surprises in store.
And so much more.
Come and join us.

THE DEAD GAME

THE HOUSE




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A house sitting alone.
Keeping its secrets close.
Watching all who pass.
Taking all who enter.
Living.
Breathing.
Waiting.
Do we dare?
How could we not?
End House in Oasis.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

FOREVER





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Drops of water.
Drops of life.
Being washed away.
Gone.
Forever.

TRAPPED






Trapped in my own hell.
One small window to the world.
Trapped in my own mind.
Eyes searching for the truth.
Trapped in my own despair.
Sadness my only friend.
Trapped like this forever.
With no one to hear.

THE STATUE




The statue waits.
Frozen in its tears.
Standing in the cold.
Weathering all storms.
Will someone come for it?
Will it be saved?
Questions not to be answered.
Only to be thought by the dead.

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Sunday, February 28, 2016

MIST


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Gone in the mist.
Gone from this world.
Lost in a rainbow of colors.
Dead to us.
Alive for others.

BURNING



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Is End House gone for good?
Will it be back in a different form?
It burns in hell.
It burns to ashes.
Melting into the ground.
Into the dark tunnels.
I can hear the rumbling.
The voices of The Dead.
In their locked chambers.
Waiting to return.

THE DEAD GAME

OUTSIDE THE DOOR


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“Institute Benjamenta” (1995)

 
Has he come for me?
I hear his footsteps.
Walking up the steps.
All turns quiet.
The leaves stop rustling.
The wind stops blowing.
The silence is overpowering.
A strangle hold on my nerves.
Is he standing outside the door?
Waiting for me to open it.
I won’t.
I won’t let him in.
He wants me.
I won’t become one of The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME


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Saturday, February 27, 2016

BEAUTY


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Follow the yellow lines.
They take you to the future.
To where no man has trod.
To pink mountain tops.
To snow-filled valleys.
To fluffy white clouds.
A road to beauty.


HUMANITY




Is there hope?
Out there in the cold world.
Is there warmth?
Out there in the bricked buildings.
Is there humanity?
Out there walking the pavements.
I hope so.