Thursday, October 14, 2010

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

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