Like Persephone And Hades

I walked on fire

I walked on burning stones,

I tried to identify the sound of my ringing soul.

Yet, the songs have never rung loud enough to resonate with my core

I searched for the quivering earth, I searched the winding waters.

None of them could find my burning core. 

Where was it?

Where was my passion?

Where was my very soul?

I journeyed long and journeyed rough,

Yet none of the places I went to could help relieve this disinterest.

I drowned in apathy, I drowned in this dispassion.

Who was my savior?

Who could be my prophet? 

I danced to the tunes of the devil,

As I searched for a safe haven.

But nothing is ever safe,

if your heart is bleeding it's worth in blood. 

So I ask myself, 'what is life ?'

If not filled with this wrenching Pain and sadness.

Who do I fight?

Why do I fight?

When the enemy resides in my very being.

Pouring through my skin and taking over my shell.

How could I fight?

In this crazy world?

When I do not know Passion?

When I do not know who I would die for?

When I do not know who I could live for?

I swing around the burning bridges,

watching in detachment as they turn to ashes

Taking everything down with them

A chaos nobody could quite comprehend.

There is a small part of me living inside that still cares,

Yet it's hidden, tired of the world around.

Tired of caring.

It sometimes peaks out but remains my greatest secret.

My Greatest treasure.

My Greatest Weakness.

As I dance and swing, with new players and flings

One of them catches my eye, he is kind and fragile outside.

I danced to his tune, so I would make him dance to mine. 

But he barely moves to anyone's tune, dancing to his own music inside.

He is alive and sings his music to the world to hear,

I crave and envy, I wish for him to fear.

Yet he lives, in the same way, I stay dead.

Why can't I be alive like him?

Why do I have to live in this constant craving?

Like Persephone and Hades, we live in two different states. 

 

We dance till our feet bleed, we dance till our hearts change.

He bleeds for me, I bleed for him.

Kindness and warmth ooze through him,

covering me with its sweet sin.

And suddenly I am not alone,

The heart that bled, starts closing it's wound.

The throbbing still stays but the heart is whole again. 

Ugly scars run their course but the heart is whole again.

The song within me changes, the tune of my own making.

 My dance loses it's vindictive edge, softening its sharpness.

My partner looks at me, smiles on his face, and comes to a stand-still.

He bows, indicating his act has ended. 

I continue to dance, cradling the sweetness in my heart.

The warmth in me grows, my feelings conquer my inner foes.

I discover a side of me, I never quite knew. 

The warmth, the love, the comfort.

I was a person again, I lost long ago.

I was alive again, where I had been dead for so long and more.

I continue to grow, I continue to discover. 

I learner and I loved. 

And somehow continue to lose.

But I live and live some more.

I show the secret out, to everyone who would see

and knew that this self-discovery would forever profound me.

I only lived when I finally began to love.