Lucifer
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If I were an angel, I would have been Lucifer. Not for the darkness or the rebellion, but for the light I once held and the questions that burned within.
i. When you first fall in love with him, from the depths of hell he has risen, and there are things that he will say and do that you will never be able to understand. Don’t even try to baby girl, it’ll only break your heart.
her lips were a bloody crimson, calling attention in the dim light of crowded dance floor.
[her dress was hellfire, scorching those who got too close]
her voice was soft, husky
her lips were a bloody crimson,calling attention in the dim lightof crowded dance floor. [her dress was hellfire, scorching those who got too close] her voice was soft, husky
I feel I'm trapped in your gaze,
a cold and cruel sort of maze.
I want to know when it ends.
I want to be on the mend.
You'd twist my words into hate
so that I could not escape.
Night
Dappled and worn through the excesses of time,
modest moonlight filters in
through the gauze of the dancing curtain
In a different life things would be bliss,
And I would not have the need to search the words to dis
You and the curse brought upon my family’s life.
Without the necessity to fight upon your wicked knife
Oh yes georganne I know that feeling too well
That terrible treacherous feeling to live in hell.
Oh yes georganne I know that feeling too well
That terrible treacherous feeling to live in hell.
His kind was not meant to dream—no, that gift
Was reserved for others. Not for him.
But he did dream—horribly vivid, raw
Dreams of blood and triumph and ichor.
Sometimes I care so much it hurts
So I hide behind indifference for anesthesia
I'm running from my inner demons
It’s easier to use my sins as temporary amnesia
I wear my Scarlett letter like a mask
I watched you in the cage, partly bloody
Circling the bars in a hellish rage.
Age was hard on your heart.
Two chosen others
Took his offer.
Who I desire is a man’s older brother
