Orpheus Echoes

Orpheus Echoes

A Poem by Dante Hieroden
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Sinking deeper into the past memories of a bitter childhood and a even worse young adult life you find perverse music to the pulse of a life.

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I keep hearing the thrumming wiggling in my head.


I bite my tongue because I don’t wanna be here again.


This desolace in the winter raging firestorm.


Flee as far as I can I go. Please get me out of this place.


I just want to be happy and be a flying Eagle in the sky.



Red De Blue. Red De Black.


Over and Over again.


Red De Blue. Red De Black.


Merry go around keeps me hearing sounds.


Those echoes of the times past ago.



Surround sound on my stereo pumping out the beat.


Play me one more time its on repeat yea.


Struggling with this invasion of the body snatcher over lord.


Beading sweat on my brow and my tongue sticking to my mouth.


I wanna die just to feel alive in this place. 



I keep seeing the phantoms spectral in my vision.


I punch the mirror because I don’t wanna be fading again.


This empty waste land in the summer tide winter tundra.


Run so far my feet bleed. Please get me to somewhere else.


I just want to filled with serenity and be swimming like a dolphin in the ocean.


Red De Blue. Red De Black.


Over and Over again.


Red De Blue. Red De Black.


Merry go around keeps me hearing the sounds.


Those echoes of the times past ago.



Time flocks to the tick tock and I see shades of gray.


Testing the depths of my resolve.


Where there was ash can be renewed.


That’s the hope I cling to desperately.


Please say I can be made anew.



I am speaking softly as I chant the verses.


I sit still in front of the glow because I don’t wanna rush this.


This scathingly simple time step diversity spectrum.


Stopped in the melody of depravation. Please say there is still hope.


I just want to be normal again and be walking around like that pain never was.



Red De Blue. Red De Black.


Over and Over again.


Red De Blue. Red De Black.


Merry go around keeps me hearing the sounds.


Those echoes of the times past ago.



Rhythm tasted sweet as I delve into it.


Its funny the thing I detested I want more than anything.


To be part of the human race again.


To be less of a scary maced fiend.



Red De Blue. Red De Black.


Over and Over again.


Red De Blue. Red De Black.


Over and Over again.

© 2013 Dante Hieroden


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Dante Hieroden
Dante Hieroden

Murrieta, CA



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Dante Hieroden is 26 years old. He is a council member (host alter) in a D.I.D. system called the The Valerian Legion. He is a punk at heart. He is passionate about writing poetry. He finds talking ab.. more..

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A Poem by Dante Hieroden