Forgetfulness

I was reading about the rivers of Hades in Greek myth and had some things on my mind. Thus, another poem was born from the morbid depths of my unconscious.

Another soul given to the death machine
We're force-fed water from the river Lithe
No way to return once we've crossed this line
Just hoping we'll forget ourselves

Head tipped back to enjoy diamond skies
Even as roots grow into my limbs
Slowly I sink into wet, hungry earth
My body decays so that flowers will grow
I'm looking for a way out of Hades
I'm looking for a way to forget myself

I was already dead, even before I died

Pacing aimless through the labyrinth
As an angry Minotaur snorts and sneers
Another soul fed to a useless cause
Forged into monsters by cruel circumstance
Let me out of this putrid nest
The machine keeps chugging
And the animals in eternal chase
Draw blood so they may forget once more

Harsh and broken notes engulf our ears
As we strain to hear whispers from painful pasts
There's no way back once we've crossed this line
Just hoping we'll forget ourselves

The branches grow into my outstretched arms
And pin me up like a bug in a frame
You can look at me for hours on end
But you'll never understand why I want to forget

The End

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