It is a cold world,
All this pain,
All this rage,
Do you know its my homage?
Yeah that’s what I have become,
A creature feeding on despair,
A freak relishing in pain,
You made me this,
Don’t you remember,
You fashioned this deranged me,
After you burned my soul,
And trapped me in this hideous mortality,
So yes I laugh when I should cry,
I give up when I should try,
You broke me,
And now here I am,
Celebrating my downfall with yet another sin,
Grandly for world to see………………….
In Lucifera's mirror I see myself a creature That crept from desks gratified And tried to be the teacher But soon became the student And them became a dream And then a stupid nightmare Where walls are velveteen. O Lucifera's mirror A kiss for your reflection Or worthy of remembrance In all the world's perception. Are we but eve-less dawns Or English theme-less songs My weakness, seems less strong As I accept my wrongs And me, I see more clearer In Lucifera's mirror. P.X 11_26_13_ 2: 35AM
I do not believe it is a cold world yet oh there are some COLD and callous humans out there. But life is about survival and can we survive it? Thank you Lucifera
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely penned, touched the heart.