River of Styx — @Iremori on read.cash

@Iremori 24 July 2020

River of Styx

There you go again Sailing against the stream Of endless mistakes And deafening screams You sail your version Of the river of Styx Where words, reason And discarded bodies mix Your broken armor And rusted swords Your broken dreams And unspoken words Your heart became alloy And your skin became steel Your mind so twisted Because of those that you killed The versions of you That you need to kill The weakest ones So you start to heal You sail them again For you have more to throw Into oblivion So no one else knows

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@Charlotte 24 July 2020

"Your broken armor And rusted swords Your broken dreams And unspoken words" 🥺 you're like a word master
- @Iremori 24 July 2020
  
  Thanks but no, not really haha
@Winona 24 July 2020

The weakest ones we start to heal, eh? Had em all hidden, we had em all hidden, perhaps for solitary fixing?
- @Iremori 24 July 2020
  
  We all learn to do that at some point. So we can keep ourselves, I think?
@wakeupkitty 28 July 2020

This one could be my favourite. An own version of sailing the river of Styx... Sailing against the stream is an art (skill) too. Salmon does. I know the sailor... 🍀
- @Iremori 28 July 2020
  
  We all have a pile of bodies that we throw in the depths of our mind as we go through our lives. Some fewer than other but its the same for everyone. Thanks for reading 😊
  - @wakeupkitty 28 July 2020
    
    You are welcome. You made my day. 💕