Conversation with Lucifer
From out of the darkness
He spoke to me
Said that this stuff and money
Are food.
Take what you need
And share the rest with loved ones
They are hungry too.
Weary heads and tired eyes
We’ve all been walking through the waves.
Our minds are broken, our tears run dry;
Feeling every second of this pain.
Look past your sight
Where nothing is given or easy to find.
We are all mirrors, we are all broken;
Bad luck loves us like a first child.
Close the closet door
Hide in the darkness with shallow breaths.
We are all daydreams, we are all nightmares;
We try to forget what we want to remember.