Lucifer 1

These broken wings will never fly

Thes hands that hurt and use

The openings in my mind

Don’t ever seem to fuse

Fallen down in the ashes

Where growth did once stand

I never needed any clues

I never raised a hand

White with aspirations

Hot with wet lust

I’ll eat only the best of it

And toss away the crust  

There is nothing but color here

Ideas and dreams, we say

Aether fills the vacant room

And turns the night to day

The paint goes on in empty layers

The colors never dry

On a canvas made of flesh

That lets out a soft sigh

These broken wigs will never heal

I never want them to

I am the bringer of the light

I’ve given all I can to you