My lucifer is trying to bring me down.
I am occupied fighting my demon.
Ain't got the time to bother time.
Yet, expecting this poem to rhyme.
My trails, you can never track
cause I don't walk to them
and she lives inside the hell of my head.

My lucifer is sobbing so badly, unhealthy and hardly.
Sympathy is trying to get a way so hard.
Time has reached to summon
my angel.
All the sufferings I have offered
is haunting me to suffer
to buffer
the record.
Lot more reflections
are yet to...