O Lucky Lucifer

empty dialogue echoes
from days past
a silence filled
with
byproducts of machinery
and a crackle of laughter from the logs
human expression
faint
bellows of yawns
carve deeply into the oxygen
gasping for breath
awaiting salvation
Dim days, dim darker.
taste of coldness resting on my tongue.
gently glazing the soul
freezing from within.
Guess hell aint a bad place to be.
Within the warmth of hell fire
fireplace...
dreams of despair
read a book
in front of a diorama of Satan’s lair
minus the inhabitants.