My Bedroom Walls

I am Twelve - My cynical composure is of my second nature - A constant, compatible companion. I am the Winter Solstice - Darkness is my Jesus, the losing light, my Judas. I am Fourteen - Binded by the breaking basket to Brimstone, with heavy heart I instill my identity in Lucifer's caress. I am the mass of minions in your notorious night - Yet, as he watches warily, Lord Lucifer intervenes my pathological perverted pretense. I am Sixteen - And I watch those I call my kindred spirits as their earthly esteems are crushed in a doomed dimension of distress. I am a Gnostic Ghost - Regression, Repression, and wrong residence cloud my tiresome trail to prolonged prudence. I am Seventeen - Sweet success surmounted will send a tempest to those with hateful hearts towards my continuous convalescence . I'm a Courteous Comedian - And a sarcastic sermon of a writer's woe leaves simple satisfaction, with my self in restless reminiscence. I am an Ageless Apparition - And in this vexatious vessel, ,in this tainted temple, I long for Lord Lucifer's law of survival of strongest, or a phantom's fall. I am the Passive Pacifist - Dazzling the dawn, Dashing the dusk; negating the rest of nightfall. Light the lamp, Lord Lucifer, speak seductive sounds ... The Secret Salvation of My Bedroom Walls.