Muse of Tragedy

Noun

necrophilia (uncountable)

1. (sexuality) A pathological attraction to dead bodies, especially sexual attraction or intercourse.

2. Pathological fascination with death.

Noun

necrophiliac (plural necrophiliacs)

1. a person who engages in necrophilia

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I have a secret. A secret inside an abandoned warehouse on a mountain. No ones know, not even my parents. I have preserved a corpse in that warehouse. She is beautiful. She has a beautiful short blond hair with a red head band adorning it. Her eyes are as blue as the sky, and her skin is as smooth as a porcelain. I found her dumped near a river. It was love at the first sight. I can’t let her rot and being eaten by worms. So I took her and bathed her. I would bring her my father’s wine and food everyday. I know she can’t eat it, but it is the thought that count. I would tell her about my day and then change her clothes. It is nice to feel her cold white skin. When I have to go home, I would kiss her good bye. She is my first and only love.

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“People live with dignity, and die with it”

Lance Lilium, the only heir of Master Lilium. He had a black hair and eyes. Ilianthos is not too fond of him, because he is to full of himself. Always acting high and mighty, as if every fortune his father had is his. And one day, his father died and it became true.

When he heard about Ilianthos and Anyelir, he couldn`t care less. He never like his father little servant. Always making trouble with his friend. Beside, he does not have anytime to mourn over the dead, he had a region to rule.

“Trust me Ilianthos, I will always be by your side, I refused to leave you”

Ilianthos`s trusted friend, Anyelir, is a girl with red hair and blue eyes. When Ilianthos`s Master died, she refused to believed that Ilianthos chose to after his Master in the afterworld and killed herself, believing that she will meet Ilianthos.

“Master, your wish is my command, your words are absolute, I will never let anyone harm you in any way.” Ilianthos, the boy with the golden eyes swore his pledge. From today, his Master would be his home, his only place to return.

The wind blew his blond hair. Tears falling from his eyes. In front of his Master grave he promised, that not even God could separate him with his Master. He will be loyal to him, all eternity.

I have to love my family. Every single one of them. Even though there is no enough reason to love them. I love my mother very much, because she is always there for me, and that is enough reason to love her. But my father and brother… Every time they asked, “Do you love me?” I would feel empty and confused.

I know I should love them, but there is no enough reason. My father always at work, and my brother is a jerk, a crybaby, and both of them can`t control their anger. But I still have to love them. That is why I come into a conclusion, love isn`t a feeling, love is an obligation.

It doesn`t matter if you don`t have enough reason to love someone. If you don`t love that someone, then, everybody would think that you are a cold-hearted-bastard. Well, it doesn`t matter for me, the whole world could think anything about me, but I don`t care.

He would came at night, telling me twisted version of children stories. I would be scared, & asked my mom to sleep with me. His name is Edgar, the little voice in my head.

Maybe I shouldn`t told mom about it. Now we`re going to some psychiatrist. The psychiatrist told me that I`m depressed & Edgar is a fantasy made by me because I`m lonely. And then she told me that I have to drink some medication to get rid of the voice.

No, I don`t want to. I love Edgar, really. I don`t hate him, I`m just a little bit scared of him. I love listening to his stories even though sometimes I`m scared by it. He would keep me company.

They said that he is not real. That I need a real friend. But what is real? Is it something you can see? Something you can hear? Something you can feel? Then what is illusion? People can see it, they can hear it, they can feel it. Or, is reality something that all people agree on?

Goodbye Edgar, I will miss you forever

Yeah, those detik.com guys come to my school & threathen us to make a blog or they gonna split our head open! Not.

Melpomene is the name of the Muse of tragedy. Initially she is the muse of singing, but SOMEHOW she become a Muse of Tragedy. Her name means to celebrate with dance & song. So let`s celebrate our tragedy with music & dance with it.

This is my second blog. What happen to my first one you say? Well, I kinda forgot about it…. Oh, & I`m not EMO