Descend to the Underworld

by Viola   Dec 13, 2010


Please believe
I never want you to be Orpheus
Asking every devil for my face
Begging on your knees until the Gods cry
But if it came to it
In our own twisted play
The serpent lives in my head
Bitting and bitting
A ruby red
Well I want to think I'm stronger than Eurydice
I'll clasp onto your hands when you look back
Instead of slipping to the darkness
If you promise to come find me
Every time I get lost inside the nightmares of my mind
I promise I won't let myself disappear into the black mist
I'll lay my tired bones beside yours every night
And kiss away the pain
Undo all that I've done
Our own kind of miracle

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  • 13 years ago

    by sibyllene

    This story always frigging tore me to pieces.

    You've done a great job here of mixing real life (depression or illness, perhaps?) with the mythological, and you've done it with a good poetic sense. Your phrasing is one of the best and more original I've come across on this site. I especially liked

    "I never want you to be Orpheus
    Asking every devil for my face"

    and your image of a serpent in your head.

    I did notice you spelled "biting" with two t's. I'm not sure if maybe it's just a different spelling, like color v colour, but I did notice it. Also, was "god's cry" referring to one god or many? It could work either way, I just wasn't sure.

    Anyway, I really liked this. I think I'll go read some more!

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