I wasn’t ready for what it meant.
The blood has ran its course.
You leave me here to ponder,
If I could have had more.

Regret is a sadistic thing,
I wished for nothing more than death.
That clasps me in her sweet embrace,
Still and kind and quick.

Your razors measure thin,
An inch away off my tapestry.
You hesitate, and wait.
So short yet still mine if only for a moment.

I am alive and still here,

In the waiting room of the fates themselves.
-Percy

Fortune shines upon you.
It smiles and it turns.
Anticipation it kills it drives.
It twists and it bends.

They say that "Fortune favors the bold."
When you've done nothing but,
It toys and it watches
Fortune descends upon you.

You can stare in disbelief,
You can pray and beg and yearn.
It will wait.
Whatever you deserve, whatever you want.

Don't bother.
It will spin and it will take.
Wherever the rain,
The scales, they mourn for you.

Sharpened teeth and hungry eyes.
You can hope.
But you as well as anyone know,
Fortune is in the audience.

When dullness strikes uncertainty.
How do you do it?
Pray, you fortunate *******.

That there are things you've left unsaid that
fortune decides to spare.
-Percy

I am fine tonight, aging on this side of the shoreline.
You took me as yours.
You will watch me tonight
As I finally dance.

This last breath of mine.
One last request if it is alright?
Hold me like that day.
When you stole me.

The downpour was just like now.
Born on a day that told me how.
I could not even open my eyes.
Before you decided what was mine.

Carry me to the depths,
One more time.
I'll see the stars,
No matter where I can find.

Let me pretend one last time.
That I lived a promised life
That I was so happy I could decide.
That I was grateful despite the strife.

Maybe I would have lived a life that was mine.

-Persephone

Oh, you child!

Blessed be you are.

Born to be the one who is loved

You were made to be torn apart.

The angels cry and sing your name.

You were made to lose all you've earned.

Everything will be in time.

You are with no reason and no rhyme.

It will reach the depths where hell has not dug.

Your name and all the things you've done.

The world will be at your mercy.

And you will die, that is what you will do.

You will die over and over again.

You will skin what is left of your bones.

For those who will eat you whole and alive.

You will thank them for it you will thank him for it.

You will happily oblige.

Oh our sweet thorn born child.

The kisses and praise will litter your skin like an incurable plague.

You are my favourite.

And you will thank me for it.

-Percy

The moon shined so bright,

Your hands around my neck.

I thought I'd forgotten your voice

But your memory was all I had left.

Under the water nothing made sense.

The salt covered what I had left to hide.

My mind drifting to the light.

The feelings that took years to sink.

Under the moon's eye,

A different part of me came alive.

The grief that had drowned me then.

I should've stopped you but I don't know when.

Even if it's not really you, I can lie.

I went here in fear now I'll leave like I'm high.

So I reach out, not to stop you,

But so I can hold you, under this rocky tide.

I'm so glad to see you again tonight.

For the first time in a while and for the last time, goodbye.
-Percy