An Ode to Muses to Melpomene

Blasphemous Union

I do not wish to be chained anymore,

Locked into a cycle of plans and sugarcoated conversations,

With the riches I have to give and nothing for my sanity.

He looks at me with those eyes of woe

And I feel the guilt of his pain.

Why did I choose this life alone?

It is based on broken rings and empty wallets.

I am ashamed to tell the souls from the city of angels,

For the fear of being cast me down.

I miss flying.

I can never share the true reason for my scorched feathers.

He loathes the idea of me to go home,

While they say I am trapped,

Turning my conscience off when being reminded of my sins,

Banished to the depths of hell in disagreement.

Tell me God, what should I do?

This was never the deal, it was never my plan.

He said it was only a contract and not Holy scripture.

I know now that I was not the only fallen angel.

This is not my place,

I detest this dimension,

But now, I will peel back these sheets,

Lay next to my lover,

To silently cry during his sound slumber.