Lucifer

i met lucifer walking back to my head this morning, he was shaking the hand of the sun in the morning, his hands red-stained of child's blood. i asked him "why?" "because i shouldn't have" i asked him "why?" "because they wanted me not to" i asked him "why?" "because they have no life" i asked him "why?" "because their life is my life" i asked him "why?" "because the rules of the weak are food for the strong, because it covers them" i asked him "why?" "because those dead are closer to life than those living" i asked him, his hands wet with red, "why?" "because all that's good wants to keep you static" i asked him "why evil?" "because change is necessary, revolution, digestion, destruction" i asked him "give me life" he said, his hands dripping red, "it is taken." the hole in my belly that my soul had filled is as wet with red as i watch the sun rise on the death of my death.