Poetry. Thoughts. Feelings.

"Charon"

Of lines and veils; they thin, rescind

Groaning trees creak and sway, irrespective of all wind

There's a half-dead heart locked inside this chest

A sealed menagerie of lives yet unconfessed

Rotting, raw, such a sordid fucking mess

Incessant putrid cesspit, this my ruined heartland

I can bear this wretched wound no longer

I am beckoned by the dark, and

In my endless bid to heal, evolve, and grow ever stronger

I will wade into gloom and raise myself upon yon shrouded altar

I've come so far; all prices paid, grown fat on doom - I will not falter

As much as it takes, I'll just keep shedding skin

What would you do, just to be whole again?

Would you cast yourself in flame, and raise yourself from hell?

Would you do anything to get out of the bottom of this well?

My wings they broke, 'ere I fell

I'll climb and claw my way up through this husked out eggshell 

So all you critters, come to play in the murk

Release your inhibitions, show the world your darkest smirk

Revel and dance, observe and lurk

Come and warm your hearts by my funeral pyre

Mud and ashes, blood and fire; simulacrum crucible, transformation inspire

It's the spookiest time of the year

Drink deep from the chalice, step into your fear

Festivity and ritual blend into one another, here