What It Feels Like To Be Wrong

I wonder if you regret it, but I don’t think you do.
I wonder how it felt. I wonder if I would have done the same.

I wonder if you appreciate beauty, you knew so much about it.
I wonder if you like the lights off. I wonder if you’re scared of the dark.

I wonder if, when you inhale, you smell sulfur. I wonder if you breath at all.
I wonder what you look like, but decide I don’t care.

I wonder how little courage you must have, to sneak and prowl in lies and arrogance.
I wonder why you don’t face me when I call you out. I won’t admit that I’m glad you don’t.

I wonder what you eat, though I already know what you hunger for.
I wonder if you sleep. I wonder if you need to.

I wonder how you feel about your name change.
Mostly, though, I wonder what it feels like to be wrong.
That wrong.





















Silly Lucifer, sinning is for humans.