Satan is a Woman's Name

I met The Devil, but he has a woman's name

But after that single night, I'll never be the same

We danced upon the altar in God's House

All the while I couldn't stop thinking of what's under her blouse

We painted skulls and pentagrams upon each other

Bathed in blood we make love under the covers

Of night, and the sight of such a woman

Makes me forget that she's just a daemon

Just like God, Satan is just not real

Thanks to her, I have no soul left to steal

But hell is real, fire, brimstone and strife

And I've lived there ever since she walked out of my life.

-Jack Lungu

Like you

I don't want you

Or someone who

Is remotely like you

I just want somebody

Who'll allow me

Just to simply be

-Jack Lungu

5:59 AM

Wake up. 5:59 AM. Knock on my door.
You're here. Get up, pants on, hand on the handle, address my fear.
Door Opens. Morning light dances in your hair. Fuck you, its not fair.
Your eyes glisten, swollen nose red, then you said, "Please."
We broke up the night before, and I've never felt this way before.

6:00 AM. We hug for the last time, it stops. Your body
Against mine for the last time
Arms around your waits, and I feel you cry
But I can't try to make it better, you ended this, even if
you didn't want to.

6:01 AM. Holding back tears, holding back fears
Of the future, I see us empty, lost and lonely, I see
myself broken and alone. You? Drifting on your own.
You step back, no longer my home and hand me my wireless headphones...

Sometimes

Sometimes when my day is going a bit too well
When I wake up with a smile, feeling the best I have in awhile
I decide to look you up to my my eyes swell
I stretch my stitches, tearing my hart to tatters with a smile

Sometimes when I'm out and about with a girl
When I'm letting myself love, dancing in the rain falling from above
I suggest shelter where I gave you that pendant made of pearl
your squeal was so shrill, and you hugged me tight like a glove

Sometimes there are days when Death Cab For Cutie just makes sense
When I listen to all our favorite songs and belt the chorus like you're still there
Bringing me back to jumping your fence for a photoshoot with a smile so immense
Snapping your portrait, fixing your pose, and letting my fingers find their way through your hair

Sometimes I type a type of apology, trying to trap your attention
I almost always press send, but in the end I delete it all and pour another glass
And instead I open up Insta and hope theres a new post and double tap, no discretion
Cause thats the closest I can come to contact, but I really don't want to harass

Sometimes its all I can do to stop myself from contacting you
I want to let you live but I can't let you live without me
Letting you know that you hurt me so bad that when I look at my ocean view
I dream of drowning in whiskey, that I want the sea turned to liquor just to se me free

Sometimes sometimes is simply more than just sometimes
Usually sometimes is something I need to keep myself in check
Manically managing emotions in a daily masochistic pantomime
Sometimes its all I can to do keep that noose from around my neck