My love for Lucifer

Staring at your picture, locked in grey eyes,
The glass-like tears I weep, sting as they brim over.
The shards of metal that appear as wings,
Seem to be fixed to your back,
Seem to still flex like feathers,
And in place when you relax.
I see you sitting, cold-hearted and cruel;
It is only because you are bored of the ruling 'and all' .
Your hair that gently lays on your face,
The fists that look so still,
Cannot distinguish the pain my love,
As your skin is whiter still.
Your body's lips are dead,
That is what makes them so sweet,
That your pale, cold fingers, clasped on my face,
Surrender me at your will.
How I long to hold you,
Lay my heat at your heaving chest;
I just wish that you were real my darling –
To know you are really there....