Mar 2021
VI. deidameia's danse macabre
we are sick, deidameia
till the end of our days
we are sick with mortality
we are the ants on the pale blue dot
alone in our fruitless toil
we are a godless generation
feigning synthetic emotion
philosophies oh so fragile
dogmatic pins pushed into
unsuspecting cloth dolls
i'm right
you're wrong
i'm lonely
but right now
we stand at the crossroads
of destiny
a former self behind
a well-trodden path ahead
we find nirvana
as the clock strikes thirteen
when my eyes close
i taste oblivion and holocaust
so we dance on the edge
round and around we go
the pauper child, the holy man,
the king, the tiller of the fields:
so you sow, so shall you reap
the dice are cast
the cards are dealt
the matches are lit
this soul has been aching
to burn once again
douse me with kerosene
light me up like
cigarettes to cellophane
choke back the embers
we live on the smoke
i'll hate you till my lungs give out
i'll love you till my body's dust
i've won the world
and all her pearls
i've got the world
except you
we are sick, deidameia
till the end of our days
we are sick with mortality
we are the ants on the pale blue dot
alone in our fruitless toil
we are a godless generation
feigning synthetic emotion
philosophies oh so fragile
dogmatic pins pushed into
unsuspecting cloth dolls
i'm right
you're wrong
i'm lonely
but right now
we stand at the crossroads
of destiny
a former self behind
a well-trodden path ahead
we find nirvana
as the clock strikes thirteen
when my eyes close
i taste oblivion and holocaust
so we dance on the edge
round and around we go
the pauper child, the holy man,
the king, the tiller of the fields:
so you sow, so shall you reap
the dice are cast
the cards are dealt
the matches are lit
this soul has been aching
to burn once again
douse me with kerosene
light me up like
cigarettes to cellophane
choke back the embers
we live on the smoke
i'll hate you till my lungs give out
i'll love you till my body's dust
i've won the world
and all her pearls
i've got the world
except you
to not-friends and not-enemies: to strangers with memories and souls lost.
inspired by the "all for the game" trilogy by nora sakavic,, sofia moulton's cover of the song "broadripple is burning", and "the world and all her pearls" by isaac dunbar. dedicated to an ansha, a zara, and a brian.
~ILIAD~
this series, inspired by the greek epic of the same name attributed to homer and madeline miller's "song of achilles", is a narrative of my life, short as it may be. i [attempt] to explore everything from race to sexuality, to friendships and reconciliation. i hope you take something from this. you can read in whichever order you like, as a series or as standalones.
inspired by the "all for the game" trilogy by nora sakavic,, sofia moulton's cover of the song "broadripple is burning", and "the world and all her pearls" by isaac dunbar. dedicated to an ansha, a zara, and a brian.
~ILIAD~
this series, inspired by the greek epic of the same name attributed to homer and madeline miller's "song of achilles", is a narrative of my life, short as it may be. i [attempt] to explore everything from race to sexuality, to friendships and reconciliation. i hope you take something from this. you can read in whichever order you like, as a series or as standalones.
