Dark Muse
07-13-2010, 10:40 PM
Private Gods
Even though I have dipped my chalice
into the rivers of Lethe
and drank deeply of oblivion,
to erase the emblem of your face,
it burns still in the eternal flame.
I fell upon my knees before the god
of forgetfulness and watched while I fed your name
into the blue fires of candlelight
as the smoke twisted above
before dissipating into only the lingering
scent of incense which sent me drifting
in an opium haze.
But there you still remain,
you are the Minotaur of the labyrinth
that is unseen, always the dark side of the moon,
but what is hidden can still imprison corridors of my soul.
I have drunk of the salt and vinegar water,
hoping to never look back, may you be the one
who enters the sun and blows away into cinders of ash.
You have become a religion unto yourself,
a shining idol on the pedestal, even if your flaws are seen,
a force like divinity sprung from the flesh of your mortal being,
carried around in my internal altar, a private god that can
answer no prayers.
Even though I have dipped my chalice
into the rivers of Lethe
and drank deeply of oblivion,
to erase the emblem of your face,
it burns still in the eternal flame.
I fell upon my knees before the god
of forgetfulness and watched while I fed your name
into the blue fires of candlelight
as the smoke twisted above
before dissipating into only the lingering
scent of incense which sent me drifting
in an opium haze.
But there you still remain,
you are the Minotaur of the labyrinth
that is unseen, always the dark side of the moon,
but what is hidden can still imprison corridors of my soul.
I have drunk of the salt and vinegar water,
hoping to never look back, may you be the one
who enters the sun and blows away into cinders of ash.
You have become a religion unto yourself,
a shining idol on the pedestal, even if your flaws are seen,
a force like divinity sprung from the flesh of your mortal being,
carried around in my internal altar, a private god that can
answer no prayers.