Poetically Tragic

you and I are built differently minds wired with different fuses throw your scriptures at someone else because I’m dodging all the bullets I’m living my life the way I need to instead of being held captive by the words you claim are true forcing you to live a life that deems you saved

yet you try to convert me by force the dagger dipped in holy water laced with lies– it doesn’t cut through my flesh; doesn’t make me bleed for what sense do these words make when they’re spilled by a fucking hypocrite

blood runs thicker than water go swim in the blood of the damned let your lies sink you to the bottom– suffocate– that’s how it feels when you try to baptize me

you can’t wash the evil out of me by your standards I’m damned to hell and maybe that’s okay because maybe I believe in the Devil does it make a difference now? we’re all going to die in the end we don’t know where our souls are going to land do you think it is wise to live our lives with the choices we were forced to take?

He was once a boy who loved to play

mythomagic right here, mythomagic all day.

Before he knew who he was, before it all turned to gray

He was amazed by the figures, and the gods they portray.

A son of the dark lord, he is the ghost king.

He rules the ones under who can never feel a thing.

To his sister’s hands he would always cling

but she was gone so fast, as if struck by lightning.

The boy was forced to grow up on his own.

He saw terrible things no one has known.

A prince of the dead, he wanders alone.

Souls fall to his feet, for he owns the dark throne.

The boy had grown fast into a young man.

No one dared look at him, no one can.

He had no friends, he had no one.

But he fell in love with Poseidon’s son.

He knew that the Fates would not let him steal

this demigod who seemed to be his Achilles’ heel

An unthinkable love, yet he loved him still

the son of the sea god made him lose his will.

What he really felt, he cannot say

So alone he cried, and alone he lay.

Not knowing for sure if it’s night or day

He stood up for he’s got no reason to stay.

His cold, dark eyes reflected the moon.

His fragile body will tear up soon.

Yet he jumped into the water, into the lagoon