Life

Darkness coated with Misery,
Oh the Irony!
A Mask of Goodness and cheery.

One day you are falcon-headed Horus,
The next day you are in the pits of Tartarus.
Asking for the Mercy of Thea,
Drowning with no help from Medea.

The Whispers of Solitude,
Festering with no light in Sight.
Embracing the Monster Subdued,
Hoping for a way out of this plight.

The scyth of Cronus cutting through your flame,
Leaving a path of Regret and Shame.
Shattered Dreams cannot compare,
A symphony of forever despair.
Yet to find release,
To turn melancholy into peace.