Lucifer, With your eyes of fire Come back to me. Make sure that There is nothing left. Don’t let them see What they never Want to see What their eyes already lie Just to get out from beneath. “I move forward, I move backward Cut my hand out of its sleeve Still I cannot find Itching underneath the sheets Cloak of choking, spitng cover Denser, darker than I need We will see this world together In its terror.” ...Come back to me...