ninth circle - Original Poem

you took my flesh and bones,
and made stepping stones
so you could climb above the pile of ashes i had become

carving smiles,
and beneath a face like sin;
i know now that they are one and the same.

washed up somewhere
along the river styx,
i came to and realised it was just another one of your tricks

on me, pulling teeth
to quell the thoughts behind my eyes
giving me the hemlock to make me ignorant and you wise.

will i ever learn to keep myself away?

i was big enough to know what you were
but small enough to let it happen;

small enough to be a crutch
when you were tired of taking the blame

did the monster you made of me, make you feel like a god
while your real self was in hiding?
well i am no worse than you
and there are gods in the gutter right beside me.

so i’ll make myself small and drink your guilt like alcohol
until i’m stumbling home
and screaming your name but can’t remember why

because i have learned to wear my sins like clothing -
i’ve become my sins,
but you just run from everything

and i’ll never learn to keep myself away.

you used my feathers to hide your scars
saying i had skeletons,
but you dress yourself in the graveyard

and if you’re hell bound, you can go without me
for i can still breath
while i have dreams of you drowning.

did the monster you made of me, make you feel like a god
while your real self was in hiding?
well i am no worse than you
and there are gods in the gutter right beside me.

wherever you’re going,
that place isn't meant for me
though scripture will say it was me who fell,

you’re the one up to your neck,
and slowly realising
how cold it is in the ninth circle of hell
and the monster in me is a mirror of yourself.

now i rise above the frozen lake
that turned my words into silence,
and made a mother of the ashes of my suffering;
i’ll make stepping stones
out of my broken bones
and i’ll take back the ashes that are my home.

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