Bring Me To Darkness
I sink, and drown in all my sorrows
Bring me to darkness where I can forget.
Grant me that privilege, let me burrow
My final resting place, my final bed.
Forget, life, every word I ever said.
"I swim in darkness", once I wrote that poem.
And still I swim, Styx's water vast and endless.
Sometimes words break through the foam
of waves crashing, sentences that press
an imprint in my wrinkled, blood soaked flesh.
No words describe the pain as much as Cocytus,
in ancient times a river filled by tears betrayed,
now howled by me, horrendous exodus,
washed away to Acheron our blood, paid
dearly by my living still, for them too late.
Oh river of fire, oh Phlegethon, you burned
My body down, my mind to ashes grey.
Make me forget this terror, let no stone unturned
To wipe my memory, please Lethe, clay
on your banks, and let me forever stay
And sink, and drown in all my sorrows
Bring me to darkness where I can forget.
Grant me that privilege, let me burrow
My final resting place, my final bed.
Forget, life, every word I ever said.
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January 28, 2017
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