Trigger Warnings—Implication of Suicidal Ideation and Mental Health.
A collection of gothic poems.
The Styx
Night, night; in the dead of night.
My body yearns for slumber,
Yet my soul requires a fight.
It asks for questions with no answer.
Night, night; in the dead of night.
I feel the Styx pulling me in.
Gallons pouring of no right.
In my boot, place a silver coin.
Night, night; in the dead of night.
I shall meet the poor Charon,
Guider of the ones who lost their might.
Eternal tortured with no bone.
Night, night; in the dead of night.
I do not care for all the things I leave.
Pay my fare and close the light.
I have all, but my will to live.
Night, night; in the dead of night.
Many things, I can see in the dark.
But only the glitter of an old knife.
My body will barely leave a mark.
Night, night; in the dead of night.
All these things I leave behind,
For the flow of a flow so tight.
To memories of me, be blind.
Night, night; in the dead of night.
Everything I leave to the styx.
Be brave, and in life, take a bite.
My body, no bones but sticks.
Night, night; in the dead of night.
Farewell, my life, old forgotten tomes.
There, there; do not feel fright.
Join me in the meadow, when time comes.
Night, night; in the dead of night.
It will not hurt, only for a moment.
You know, for me, it’ll be right.
But don’t rush, just be decent.
Night, night; in the dead of night.
I have, but only one word in mind.
When I get there, to you I will write.
Over there, peace I shall find.
Dead, dead; in the night of death.
A hellhound, and a tired reign.
A final drink from Lethe,
And I will find you again.
Night Visit to an Old Cemetary
Everything was dark around me,
The sky and the ground,
Forgotten horrors of hell,
Everything was so dark all around.
The forest and the path,
Those rivers of pebbles.
In front of me stood an old tomb,
It was old and a dull grey,
Nothing among the others.
The light of the moon shone bright,
Bright, bright, so bright,
Too dull to cover the dark.
I felt at ease, at odds from before,
When the sun shone bright,
And this death was real.
When death is as real as life,
When the sun shines bright,
Life feels far too real.
The cold wind blew through me,
The leaves of old shivered,
And the grass of grey died.
Old tombs that stood vacant so long,
As a void filled them up,
No more dead, a forgotten life.
In here, I am but an old spirit,
My heart is cold, and
My lungs of empty.
My brain is silent, forgetting,
Life could only be but a lie,
When you were beside me.
In here, I am but an old spirit,
Forgotten horrors of hell,
Nothing among the others.
When death is as real as life,
No more dead, a forgotten life.
When you were beside me.
When Light Turns Dark
Oh! The beauty of nature!
See how the darkness turns to beauty,
When light turns dark,
When all are asleep,
And oh Nature is left alone.
Walk at night; and ponder,
At the beauty of night!
Feel the cold shivers,
And the dark simmer.
Filling the void, so empty,
Feeling the void, so large.
Walk in silence, and listen,
The silence of the city,
Never heard before!
Look up to the dark sky,
There is but a crescent of the moon,
An army of stars, twisting and turning.
A battlefield, not red, but purple in colour.
Clouds, silent, but everlessly watching.
Let it fill your spirit,
Let it corrupt your hopeless minds,
When light turns dark,
You know not the next day,
So forget last day,
And hope for a better one.
When light turns dark,
All is beauty,
All is sublime,
All is hopeful.
This dear Hypocrisy of Mine
This dear hypocrisy of mine,
This desire to find the Styx,
For me, and for me alone.
(This dear hypocrisy of mine.)
My love, love of anchor,
Feel no regret, for it is not your fault.
Pay your coin only when it is time.
(This dear hypocrisy of mine.)
We shall meet in the meadow,
When the time is right,
And when the sun shines bright
(This dear hypocrisy of mine.)
Meet not Charon, not how I shall.
You do not deserve this.
It is a path only I can travel.
(This dear hypocrisy of mine.)
I shall go down the Styx,
Feel the pull and forget yours.
Try to forget my heart so grey.
(This dear hypocrisy of mine.)
I want to see you again,
But not like this, not so fresh,
You do not deserve it,
(This dear hypocrisy of mine!)
The Grim Prisoner
A grim face stands in front of me.
She tells me it’s time to go;
I tell her I’m not ready to leave,
That I’m so young and want to live.
She gives me a moment to mourn, oh!
A grim hand reaches out for me.
I yell, and say I won’t accept.
I scream, and shout, all in a pitch.
She feels my skin as I call her a bitch,
She stands calmly, asks me if I’ve wept.
A grim scythe cuts life out of me,
Brings me six feet under,
Brings me in front of the judge,
I don’t want to be here, but she won’t budge.
I see her, so far and cold, carrying a rose and a tear.
A grim boat rows out to me.
There she is again,
Driving the boat of hell,
Over the Styx, terrible cell.
Finally, she breaks down in pain.
A grim shadow cries in front of me.
I don’t want to do this,
She cries as if in horror,
But, she’s only a torturer,
Perhaps, she knows no bliss.
A grim prisoner, who is just as trapped as me.
Ashes Regrow
Ashes Regrow,
From them sprout a new life,
A new tree of love and smarts.
Planted right above an old knife,
Leaves place for two new hearts.
Here’s for our love to glow.
Ashes regrow,
This place of love,
Where I saw for the first time.
Here, flies a pretty dove,
The vines on the trees only climb.
An old heart to sew.
Ashes regrow,
I take your soft hand,
In the dirt, an old spade.
You with me, can only mend,
Where ashes only once laid!
I love you, so.
A Drink from Lethe
I miss you, my love you do, I know you do too, far from me and the Styx;
Stories are told, lies of gold, stories uncontrolled, corpses beaten by sticks.
Bored in the meadow, so far bellow, thrown in the gallows, ghosts of conflicts;
All is made of grey, so few a day, I look for a way, but I have lost all my tricks.
I chose to come here, to give up my year, to swallow my tear, to the world of death;
I made my choice, to give up my voice, to leave for joys, to give up my last breath.
It is all my fault, it is on you my assault, I hated my default, our love with no health;
I want to come back, I regret my attack, my heart now black, so I take a drink from Lethe.
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