hades birdmad Lord of the dead, ruler of Erebus and Tartarus - the lower hell of dire punishments where the titans endure with the worst of the damned. The great hound Cerberus guards the gates 010126 ... Bizzar There is such a beauty to the darkness that surrounds you. so dark that you can't see the light that you emit. It calls my name, drags me along behind it. It is your siren song, pulling me in and swallowing me whole. Your vibrations envelope and sing to me as I drown. I see my reflection in your eyes, but the image is distorted through the cracks. I want to save you, and thus save myself. But I can't save you. Your loneliness tears into me like a hungry dog, and I can't save you. I could beg you to let me love you. To let me curl up in your wounds and pull your tattered edges together. But even if you said the words, you can't let me in. I would shower you in the light that shines through your cracks. I would bottle up the love that you put out so I can show you how beautiful you are. I would wrap you so tightly in me that you would never again feel alone, never question your worth, never wonder where you stand. You will always be an empty chamber in my heart. 220221 ... Bizzar when i think of you, there are 2 versions of you that appear in my head: the you that you that i see when i look at you, and the you that you see in the mirror. both of them are beautiful. you are darkness. it's comforting, because i know i am not alone there. it only takes a little time and patience for the eyes to adjust. and seeing you there, it clears the static. you are storm clouds. and warm rain. and shallow puddles on the ground. it's difficult not to get drenched in you. you are also the first beam of sunlight that peaks through when the storm is passing. you are renewal. you are the moon. and all its phases. sometimes, you have nothing to give, but i never forget the light in its absence. you brighten the night, you pull the tides. you are worn, but not broken. and those cracks that you see - they are intricate and brilliant. don't hide them. don't be ashamed. they make you unlike any other. and when you feel empty, when you have nothing left, those cracks still let the light out. and you are still beautiful. you are black and gray and purple. and you weave through them all. and it's ok to be empty. it's ok to be shades of gray. because when you feel like you're sinking, like there is no way out, like you have nothing left to give, you still do. your existence, your presence - whether storm clouds or rainbows - is tranquility, and depth, and radiance. 221212 what's it to you? who go blather from