Groom of Eris

Death skeleton

“This isn’t real,” the voice says,
Whispering through the ether of darkness:
A black void that occupies my mind.
It is without form this voice speaks,
No consciousness but my own
To sustain its malevolence,
Subsisting entirely on my paranoia
Because I don’t know how to exist
Free of the anxiety born from my insecurity.
Would I slay this love before it even flourishes
Because of the ramblings of a nonexistent madman?
Reality has offered nothing but assurance
And a smile now etched into my memory,
But I would lay waste to it within the fabrication
Of the personal hell that resides inside my mental bastille,
And shout aspersions into the vacuum of space
To mollify the injustice of this war I wage
On the innocents I intend to sacrifice
To this god of death and despair
Who rules my perverse dominion with a pale hand.
While in rationality I accept
Every word I hear is insanity—
A plea from a deity losing his power—
I still listen when he says, “This will never last.”
And god help me, I’m beginning to believe it.

Choking on Plastic

breaking_free_by_elaine10

Art by Elaine10

I gave up on you forever ago.
It’s an unspoken casualty
Of this pageant we celebrate everlasting.
This ritual you perform
To keep me bound in purgatory
Long ago lost its charm;
And with all the spite and calumny you can imagine,
I broke your spell so I may roam free.
Like a fish caught on the line,
If you don’t reel it in it will escape,
And with an ocean vast and deep,
I can take shelter where you will never find me.
It’s not that I bid you ill will
Or even suffer you your hubris;
It’s merely that dancing with you
Amid your fires of jealousy and vanity
Is like choking on plastic discarded from your life—
The waste not even worth your effort.
And while I swore to all gods
To pull you from the darkness in which you dwell,
Introducing you to the light of fulfillment,
I can only stretch my hand so far
When you won’t lift yours to meet mine.