Writing Prompt

It’s easy to get lost

Lost in the underworld

Because when you reach the abode of Hades

There is nothing but fear

Every single path

Is rocky and dark

And you never know where to turn

Where you should take a step back

The underworld of my thoughts

Is really quite similar

Hades would have a gall of a time

Appreciating the dark thoughts that fester

The maze of my thoughts

Is a narrow twisting path

I’...

Tongue’s of fire licking my feet

Unholy thunder tearing the aether asunder

A volley of stars begold soar aloft on beat,

to the Heavens that weep for a soldier turned sinister

They collapse from the skies with an aching wail

Ivory wings bursting and melting to ash

The Angel cocoons their body to no avail,

Landing within the deluge of Hellfire with a violent splash

My insides churn as I watch wi...

She fell through the ground,

in the rain.

She fell through the ground,

in the snow.

She fell through the ground,

in the sun.

She fell through the ground,

every night.

Dreams and reality blend like paint,

Creating an image—

in life and in mind—

of the pain and the longing never left quite behind.

She falls and falls in the bottomless nothing,

Losing control of her mind and her life.

I...

It’s easy to get lost in the underworld,

In the styles of darkness and bone.

It’s easy to immerse yourself in its magic,

Forgetting the place you called home.

It’s easy to feel drawn to a different path,

Coaxed to a life not your own.

It’s easy to want to validate your wrath,

Even if it comes with a tombstone.

It’s easy, so easy, to dig yourself deep

In the pits that Hell can provide.

But believ...

Today, at the cemetery,

all the death people smiled at me

from their pictures.

So I smiled back.

The living ones seemed to not notice

our little exchange of smiles.

So, strangely, I realized

with a burst of laughter,

-nervous laughter-

that, although we’re living beings,

somehow we died inside.

There are ages! since anyone

smiled at me so beautifully

so openly, honest and genuine

as they do h...

as the rain falls

i cant help but think

about how the sadness calls

to me. im on the brink.

the tears tug at my eyes

and the sorrow brings down my mouth

i swat the feelings like flies

as things begin to go south.

i haven't done half of my work,

and the day is soon gone

guilt laughs at me, curt

my day is chucked at the lawn

i woke up late today,

i took a little too long to break

i had too much t...

Be grounded they say,

Follow the routine everyday,

Immersed within their existence,

Oh so proud of the consistency,

But I who lives in the clouds sees the absurdity,

Of all those desperately trying to be,

That being of facade,

Which to the outsider appears odd,

But that is the way of the underworld,

Those who live with their noses in the ground,

Those who don’t listen and merely hear s...

The underworld can be a nasty place

It originated from ancient mythology

But

If you really think about it

We all make ourselves our own underworld

If you truly think about it

Depression and self hate is our underworld

So

I guess what I’m trying to say is

Be the hades of your own underworld

Own all of that hate

All of that sadness

All of that self doubt

And rule over that world

Like you ...

Skulking in the debris,

Crawling through the gates.

Holding our fates,

In the City of Dis.

Sneaking amongst the lost,

Hiding in the shadows.

Hearing the Styx flows,

Squeezing our coins as cost.

Paying the ferryman,

With silver and gold.

Passage bought and sold,

Accepting Everyman.

At the far shore landed,

Journey neverending.

Agony unrelenting,

Our souls branded.

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‘It is easy to get lost in ...

Down where corpses are covered in blood, rot, and marrow

Some with a noose still hung around their neck, the escape goat

Maybe some slit their own throat, what's up with the bullet holes?

Organs spilling out of open wounds, bodies pile up like a rigor mortis fortress

Lava rises up your throat, full throttle, scorching your insides

You walk the path of dried guts and tears, fears echo in the air

...