A Conversation With Lucifer (Pt.1)

This poem is almost an account of me facing my inner demons and the darkness does not provide much solace therefore this poem is me edging over the cliff of sanity...

A Conversation With Lucifer

 

As the door of my mind creeks open, I peek through the gap

My mentality is playing games, this insight is a trap

But now Ive tasted the forbidden fruit and its seductively pure

Every bite seems to be the ultimate cure

A pool of blood follows as my veins pulse to the core

A rhythm of suicide, a note nailed to the door

What more do you ask, what is it that you want?

Ive given everything Ive got, even the razor blade is blunt

Yet you persist to bleed a stone, a cold hearted existence

Theres hope in pessimism, I see it in the distance

 

Now the angels on either side mindlessly mutter

Taking an account of my sins, my good deeds begin to stutter

Astounded by my own actions I sat and withdrew

Communicating with satan and in the sight of very few

He told me I was destined to be great in this life

To lead the my people through the pain and the strife

I questioned him how it would be done when my own life is at fail

His next few words came as swift as the nights gale

He told me he himself stood at the edge of this trial

And that his end was to be terrifying and despicably vile

But that he had held onto hope and belief in his creator

No matter how much he detested this celestial dictator

 

He told me the mind works wonders over ones physical self

And that the knowledge of philosophy was a priceless wealth

Through many controversial hours we spoke of our mental state

His was hellishly horrific, mine irrationally irate

Yet we spoke as true as our minds would allow

As dawn crept past the new beginning was now

 

He spoke in verse at first and then in prose

As my eyes began to seer I saw the curtains close

My surroundings extinguished in a sadistic glee

Satanic faces replaced those who mean the most to me

As the hour tiptoed past in a cautious conflict

My mind was barren of thought my sanity derelict

And now I realise that it was meant to be

A life of solitude and struggle was meant for me…

 

Reviews

[Lola]

You have a way of rhyming without managing to sound off and awkward. There are relatively few people who can manage such a thing (goodness knows I don't have that ability), and I congratulate you on being able to do so. This is an interesting piece; the title definitely drew me in! ;)

[Tina]

wow! great write! good concept and interesting presentation!

[Kitty Forzaken]

This is awesome!

very nice write my friend..

[kaycee]

i LOVED this. it was an incredibly interesting and thought-provoking read. the line "He spoke in verse at first and then in prose" grabbed me especially.
thank you for sharing. i'll definitely be reading this again.