A call to the Lucifer...
Death was approaching near,
I still had no fear...
I wanted to get in the molten state,
But to my bad luck,the Lucifer got late...
I wanted to end up my life,
With this intention i took a knife..
I tore my wrist and saw my blood,
And soon I got surrounded by a red flood...
I was about to die,
I laid down and looked at the sky...
I went near and hugged my fate,
But to my bad luck,the Lucifer got late...
I survived yet again,
To bear all the pain...
I licked the diamond in my ring,
And waited for the devils to sing...
This time The Lucifer arrived,
And told me why i always survived...
He said,"U know why i am always late?"
Coz your name is certainly not on my slate...
I have no right to take u to hell,
Cause' you still have many good deeds to smell...
You have a very powerful and heavy soul,
Cause' for you humanity was always a goal...
I realised I still had many years to spare,
Of love, affection and atmost care...
I looked up and showed him The Middle Finger,
He went away With his eyes submerged in hunger..
Lighter for a dark poem, I love it.
ReplyDeleteLucifer told me about him
In his face with so much grim
He never met a strong soul before
And his ego with a big sore
But Lucifer made a promise
Soon he'll pay upon his demise.
And by the way Lucifer
is my half-brother.