I write poetry all the time to an empty audience. I don't expect posting it here to be any different but at least I'm putting my work out there.

But like... Am I wrong tho?

"𝘔𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘵." -Lou Rawls

All it takes is one time, just one time. When Lucifer breathes in the night air, he feels free. His hollow excuse of a body has purpose and motivation. Everything feels right, but everything goes wrong. Despite waking up for the first time in his life, everyone else seems to fall asleep. You can only attend so many funerals before you go mad, or maybe it's too late.

Do I write too much? Probably. Am I going to stop? Probably not. Here's a second book for my poetry! Feel free to leave a comment, criticism is nice!! Also, if you enjoy the read, leave me a vote and expect more to come!