Then came the last days of May

Sometimes I wonder what's wrong with my life.
Sometimes I wonder if it's me or them or the fucking Sweet Lucifer.

Saint Lucifer of the strabic eyes and the flames of air...and of all the unfair masquerade: save me from my long pain.

 
Saint Lucifer, blessed and gorgeous; save me, save me from my long-suffering myself. My pain, same as yours.
Yours...


Sweet Lucifer of the ozone heights and the unexpected eyes: 
I saw you under blue skies; under steely grass in flames; I saw you in the stare of old women and children; Sweet Satan: free me from my long-suffering desperation.


Grand and violent Luzbel; I beg you to break these doors of rancid pang and unfair shit away; break them, break them away, on my knees; I am begging you.
As unfair shit was cast on your shoulders and your name.




Have you ever seen the vapours that hurry the cosmos
Saint Lucifer, you?

Have you ever seen the words that slice our shattered hearts?
In two.