I've come to peace with darkness,
An eternal embrace, my only wish,
With the end drawing near, I long to talk
To the bringer of death, her whispers soft.

Her warm embrace: What I've always sought,
In the shape of white circles, small and cold,
I take a breath, deep and slow,
Before burning liquid flushes my final wish down my throat.

Now I wait for her to draw near,
To feel her presence, to silence my cries.
But as she lingers, my heart starts to race,
A longing for her eternal embrace.

Why this anxiety? Shouldn’t I feel warm and calm?
She stands at my door, her arms open wide,
But something inside me holds onto the last spark of life,
The flicker of hope that won't let me be taken.

It's not too late: I grasp for the phone,
A plea for another chance.
In shadows, I tremble, the impatient helmsman waiting to cross the Styx.

So I’ll call for help, let the sirens wail,
A soft voice answers the call,
I can't respond,
My wish has taken hold of me and won't let go,
My eyes close shut as darkness is all that remains,
A slight echo of that soft voice is heard in the distance,
But halfway the river Styx,
The soft voice is drowned out by the lost souls seeking peace,
Whom I am soon to join.

There he is, floating around the river Styx, abandoned by the helmsman, left to wander alone.

His soul in despair as he tries to find his way to shore, but the river Styx is endless, no way to escape the waters embrace.

In a pool of lost souls, lonely and cold, floating between the others, each lost in regret.

He wanders for ages as the souls, filled with anything but clarity, meet his eyes with gazes deep as the underworld goes.

Until he meets a wise soul, who seems to have found her way, looking to guide any others that only stray further away.

The beacon of hope, the soft voice he lost along the way.

She says: "Another manipulated soul, deceived by her twisted embrace.

Promised peace and warmth, only to be shackled by anguish and disarray.

Endless questions, dwelling in those lost eyes, no guiding hand, a restless mind.

Wander the river Styx, to the waters where sorrow seeps.

The answers you seek, lie shrouded by mist, in their embrace your shackles will shake,

As freedom unfolds you'll find within yourself a flicker of hope, only then will you be able to escape,

The River Styx."

May your souls glow bright

And all of your dreams come true

It's the hardest and the easiest thing

That you'll ever do

And I'm right here

With you

The desert sky is vast
A heavy blue spanning far
Rippling with the sun’s heat

Cacti line the horizon
Like an uneven barbwire fence
As the sky turns to orange

Like a flame licking the world
Dry and thirsty for a drop of water
The sun sinks into the Earth

Your parent is waking you up
“Five more minutes!” You plead
And now all you want to do is sleep, sleep, sleep
The warmth of the blanket
The peace that comes with the dark
The calmness of your heart
In bed that very last night, none of this you saw
You saw monsters under your bed
Monsters living in your head
The blanket was too warm
Your pillow covers in tears
Only in the morning do you think this would please
In your head all would be solved
Five minutes and all problems
–****, gone!