Hades’ Children

A grey novice,
once so filled with every word and thought
and song and dance,
where have they gone?

Here I am,
standing on this field of ghosts.
These whispers haunt my ears,
These spirits feed my fears.

Is it only the open, bleeding heart
where the worlds surround me,
where I am drowned in them?
Now that my heart is closed,
the place where I am safe,
secure and completely alone, they are gone.
I inhale; hoping the words are sucked back in,
the lies to come alive again.

But I am empty;
Sealed off from expression and love,
and the crimson oceans dried up.
Love, I see you through eyes so weak,
so misplaced… so wrong.
Pain, we are not friends.
And yet,
my mouth mimes without you.

There’s a colour underneath the
meek, earthly shades of my skin,
It’s neither blue nor purple nor indigo,
It shines with a light so bright,
so blinding,
that it’s hard to tell it’s there.
Maybe it’s not.

Then again, is this life
a playground for Love and Pain,
a battleground, where the blood in the mud
sloshes and grinds and blinds
all these naïve pacifists?

These shadows on this dead ground,
they tell us a secret:

Love is War, friends.
Be prepared to cut out your heart,
Or else,
know that someone will slash it in two.

Some things are beyond repair.