Eros Murdered?

I wrote this poem earlier today...
When inspiration comes you just have to write it down...

Eros Murdered?

Oh god, just look at him
Lying there, limp and lifeless.
Just sprawled there.

No one,
I mean, no one cares
Do they.
(Only an angel watches over)
No one,
I mean, no one cares
Do they.

Do You? Care?

The cynics told him to reflect
And the Gorgon's mirror he did see.
Oh! But that tragic irony,
The one he was forced to see,
It didn't kill him.

You saw it! I know did.
You saw the contents of that box!
His Pandora's Box!
(Yet Do You? Care? At All?)
You saw how no hope
Existed within it.
Merely pain.
It now lay open
But that didn't kill him either.

So what did?
Simple.
(Elementary my dear Watson,
Elementary)
An Arrow. His very own.
You beautiful Psyche
Shot him down.

Conclusion:
Eros Dead.
Not Murdered.

~fifth_horcrux~

Valium And Lithium

Valium And Lithium

I just want

Voluptuous Vials of Valuable Valium...

I just want

A Life, Lying Lost in Lovely Lithium...

I just want

To Submerge in Silent Slumber...

And Slip into Sane Simplicity...

Heck, I just want

Bliss...

Oh God, is that too much to ask?

Symbols And Signs

Symbols And Signs

I've got two things to ramble about this time, so bear with it for a while...

Symbols:

Can people truly live as just mere Symbols?

Flat Characters...

Constant...

I Hate it...

I hate having to pretend that I'm on perpetual Smilex!

Has it become everyone's reality that I'm supposedly Happy?

What I'm going through may be Different and Foreign...Yes...

But why must people pretend that it's not happening?

Brush it aside... As if it's Tabooed...

I want to be Human too...

Not a One-Dimensioned Being...

Not a Symbol...

Signs:

I can see the Signs everywhere...

Some Direct...

People arrogantly showing which Path I should take!

You Should Do this! You Cannot Do That!

Some Indirect...

People using Silence to tell me to stay away from them!

Glares used to show how they Disagree with what I do!

I'm unsure whether to follow these

Selfish Signs...

Or cornily follow

My Heart...

~The White Rabbit apologises to those he offends with this Mental Soliloquy~

Oneiroi

Oneiroi

Sons of Hypnos...

Offsprings of Nyx...

Help me Escape this world...

Morpheus...
Bleed your Poppy Sap into my Eyes...
Sticking them Shut...
Then, let its Scent Drown me in your Realm...
Ungrounded by Sense and Logic...
Let me find Refuge there...

Phobetor...

Leave my Sleep...

No more of your Creations...

My Heart can't take anymore of them...

Phantasos...

Help Me...

Fill my Mind with your Inventions...

I need them to Numb my Palpitating Organ...

But Please...

O Divine Oneiroi...

Give me none of the Nightmares you Presented Nostradamus...

I don't want them...

Sons of Hypnos...
Offsprings of Nyx...
Help me Escape this world...

For if you cannot Aid me...

I'd have to beg Assistance from your half-brother...

Thanatos...

Poisoned

Poisoned

The Arrow,
Dipped in the Venom of Serpents...
It has Pierced my
Palpitating Heart!
Contaminating and Corrupting
The Organ
with the Fatal Toxins...

It Numbs my Nerves
Against all Beauty...
Happiness...
Hope...
Yet Burns my Corpus
With the Flames of Agony...
A Painful Paralysis!

It now Courses through my Veins...
Polluting my Blood...
Intoxicating and Deluding my Brain...
Have the Hallucinations started already?
It's Destroying the Encephalon...
The Temple of Rationality...

I'm Poisoned...
It's only a matter of
TIME...

Tick! Tock!
Tick! Tock!
Tick! Tock!
Tick! Tock!
Tick! Tock!

Mad

Mad

But I don't want to go among Mad People....

...Alice Remarked...

Oh, you can't help that...

... Said the Cat...

...We're all Mad Here...
...I'm Mad. You're Mad...

...How do you know I'm Mad?...

...Said Alice...

...You Must Be...

...Said the Cat...

...Or you wouldn't have come Here...

~Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll~

So... Are we mad?

Are we?

(what a stupid question... of course we are...)

This Inhuman Place Makes Human Monsters...

Cloak and Mask

Cloak and Mask

Every Morning...
Of Every Day...
I Don it...
That Pantomime Mask...
Of Comedy...
Not of Tragedy...
No... no... never Tragedy...
Never...
Hide my True Contorting and Crushed Innards...
Viscera in Pain...
Bleeding Heart...
The Sun marks the Daily Masquerade Ball!!!
That Monotonous Grand Event!
Swirling and Dancing...
To Fixed and Faked Routines...
Dance till you're Dizzy...
Nauseous...
Tired...
Worn Out...
In Pain...
Then Luna will give you the Permission to
Unmask!!!
Unmask!!

The heavy Fabric drags me...

Yet hugs me with Painful Melancholic Comfort...

For no one sees me...

Haha!!! No one at all...

Yes, the fabled Cloak of Invisibility...

I Swirl in its Dark Warmth...

Funny how the Pain it brings is so...

Familiar...

So Day by Day...

I cloak myself...

Let the Cursed Fabric fuse into me...

It'll become my own skin...

One that might no be Husked or Shed...

Let No One Join Me...

In This Cloak And Mask...

Masquerade Ball...

Of Pain...

Of Misery...

Of Isolation...

Of Facades...