Lucifer

I use my name for a lack
of a better lie
better deception
that fits Closure of Time
and fights for my right to quiet ceremony
of standing out as the Light
when the dawn hardly breaks the skies above
and below

Lonely projection
I can seize and belong to
without drowning in doubt
as to whom I speak to
when left alone
by myself
I labor on image of cold
petrified silence
slowly invading abyss
of my deeds

It is then that my face
begins to take on contortions
anguished to look down the bottomless me
I cry from the depths
for solid ground
by God’s will left behind
to no better place
for waves of humanity
but Hell