Lucifer's Toy

Lucifer’s Toy

Maybe one day, I’ll detach—

From this ill and puny existence

Lucifer madly waits for me

To seize the perfect moment

Innocence torn, feelings violated

Harshly thrown around and trashed

Incandescent wetness, sticky

A dreadful feeling, ceaseless

The darkness vigorously thirsts—

On the broken and cold-blooded

Suicide is probably jealous of me

Frankly, I carry similar feelings for him

Living in a sphere of hatred

My punishment, far from pleasant

Lucifer smiles at my sorrow

As I surrender to my failures