I guess I'm a devil. I was born evil, even God told me so.
No one understands me, maybe I should just let it go.
Should I even try? I can't win for chasing my own happiness!
In the middle of the street, I'm thinking ‘'Maybe I could take a nap in this.”
They call me Lucious, so awfully close to Lucifer.
I can be a hot-head, but the term is ‘thermonuclear'.
They called me selfish. I only think of myself.
But if I lost it all, there'd always be my health.
They think I'm the Devil!
I suspect they're right for once, a heart with horns comes with plenty scrapes and cuts.
They call me Lucious, which means seductive, also opulent.
I fall in love with danger, I'm not less approximate.
Conclusions, I'd skip to, then I say fuck it!
If I'm faced with a gun, I'd fight the urge to jump it.
Who needs a heart full of love when there's not a soul to give it to?
I've a dozen scarlet letter's, and I'm tired of them too.
Yes, they call me Lucious! A devil to the touch.
Roses come with thorns, pretending they won't see this much.
They call me cold. Because I used to be a lover.
I was turned into a fighter just to guard my heart from others.
Even if I'm the Devil, then even I must compromise.
And if I really like someone, yes I still get butterflies.
I'm a wee bit heartless, some of which, I'm half to blame.
I trusted the wrong person, then I never was the same.
They call me Lucious.
So don't assume there's much relation.
How's it feel to see the black inside a blue and green creation.
Yes, some say I heal. Or think I'm dead, in hell.
Nothing can snuff my fire, not even death itself!
About the Creator
Desmond Razzano
My name is Desmond, and I have a love and passion for writing of all kinds, especially poetry! Most of the content I write about reflects more of my experiences and my pain, and my joy! Every entry or story I post was written by me.
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