Going down in flames


Hades and I get down in the underground
meet me there, get lost in the sound
the screams you hear, they aren’t only mine
but that River Styx got me feelin’ fine
used to be particular about the company I keep
made sure this bitch got her beauty sleep
smiled wide and pretty for the world to see
but since the reckoning, all I care about is me
wild and manic I dance all night
spinning and sparkling to the devil’s delight
come and visit, I’ll show you what’s new
in this cursed dirty disco I’m addicted to
I’ll reach for you to whirl and sing
laughing cuz’ you don’t mean a fuckin’ thing
I used to care about mortals, but not anymore
not since Abaddon came a’ knocking on the door
He shows me how to rock and how to roll
as a gift, I showed him how I lost my soul
Dark Zeus brought me under because he saw a treasure
likes it when I blow him smoky kisses down in the ether
can’t stop the music, the beat runs through my veins
I fell in love with the beast and his fortress built of flames
there ain’t no getting out alive, he said
but there’s no reason to leave if I’m already dead

via Daily Prompt: Particular


Atmospheric Abecedarian: Game Over


Atmospheric twin you are a
Breezily punishing lover who
Can’t bear to call surrender but you
Despise lingering, so you find a game to play called
Eat my heart and your cake, too
Forgetting I am you and you are
Going to corrupt the bond brutally again
Havens treasured fold into the ether
I refuse to hold you in my arms anymore
Just like always, you find warmth from another
Killing me, massacred delicately
Laughing in her bed suddenly
My face appears and your heart skips to dread
Nothing will dull your pain but more women it’s
Obvious you a cold-blooded felon
Perhaps you shouldn’t have found someone new
Quite so quickly as you sit haunted and pale
Remembering stolen kisses and the
Sunshine in my eyes that made you
Turn away in shame, I admit I like when the
Universe punches my love back into your gut
Vain is the wish I could be satisfied with second best but
Wallowing isn’t made for the crowned so I grieve exquisitely
Xenology is your major and it makes me nauseous that
You drink with vigor from stolen cups while a
Zealot’s withered flowers pour from my mouth

via Daily Prompt: Atmospheric