Pheeew...
At this point, i feel like, i wrote the entire book of lamentations.
They say a Father's love extends, and it's on-ending.
Tch, we called you father
You called us servants... Messengers
Look at who you call children though.
Am i jealous??
**** yes!! Wouldn't you be??
Was i so wrong??
Isn't every parents wish, for their children to surpass them.
Or so i thought.
So i wanted to take your position, it felt cool to be the first for once, so i took the opportunity.
Except maybe, you never actually saw me as a child.
We were in this together, through the time i was made eons ago, i watched the others formed into creation.
And because of that... It got into my head!

Without stain, without flaws.
Without blemishes, and with awes.
I stood at the peak, with no equal, except being second only to you.
In every way!
I leave a bright scent of indescribable perfumes, when i appear.
I'm beautiful, and the word doesn't even suit me.
I am the warmth in winter, the calm wind that soothes the mind.
That rest, you yearn for after a long day.
I am the calm in the storm, the complete life-form, there's none like me.
Yet, see how I've been reduced, they even sketch and paint me, looking like I've got horns and ugly.
All cause i fell.

My name has become the next best thing.
Synonymous to any, every and all things horrible, bad and has nothing to to with me.
Who's fault is that??
You created beings to spite me, but they behave in ways that are and still even worse than what i did.
Talk about loving, discrimination.
Pathetic, little and finite lifeforms, that barely see a century, also who disregard your love for them.
And follow after frivolities.
**** this, i know i did wrong, but wasn't this also included in your great plan??

People call it a fall.
****, i was sent down like a burnt match stick into a dumbster!
I am lucifer... The so-called
"Lord of the light"
Says you, who casted me into darkness, with a home so hot, that my regeneration can't keep up.
My fall was, thus, your second verse in your book.
Almighty in your thoughts, name and actions, and you still couldn't turn a blind eye to the actions of an over privilege kid.
I didn't introduce evil into the white golden land.
So ask yourself... Who did??

At some point in everyone's life
They need to be with someone
Or something.
A friend, a lover... Even an enemy
A teddy if you must!
An imaginary friend or an alien.
Everyone needs love at some point.


But not me.!
Please, stay away from me.!!
Thanks.

You probably won't believe it.
But the art runs through all that breathes.
Write something, anything would do
Rhyme if you must, a song lyric
An original content of pure, uncut words...
Write, even if it's gibberish, poetry criticizes, but only to make us better, every mistake, is a new form of writing.
So, write something before you die.

Even if it's a sucide note!
Write!

I Sully everything i see...
I stain everything i touch
I leave pain in my wake, in all the hearts I've visited.
I'm the bringer of sadness...
The entity that shuts your lights out.
I am the room that takes your smiles and trade them for despair.
The utter embodiment of depravity
I am the boat man, at river Styx.
The one who knows no love
And the one who love, refuses to get close to.
I am neither here nor there, the complete definition of lost love.
I am death.
I am a poet in transit...