Hades

Lost in thought or lost in hell the mind can yeild both hellish and heavenly thoughts.

Myself I am Hades and in my lowest depth theres still a deeper abyss still promising to consume me it tears open and swallows into my new hell I fall and I miss you my paradise lost but like a vein with no blood im a child with no love


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Inspiration for poetry can come from absolutely anywhere or from any past or anticipated life experience desire ambition love lust hate doubt even negative feelings and emotions are responsible for outburts of creativity in the meekest of personalities