Alone...
So alone...
You walked out that door, with promises of return.
Yet, it's been days and you've not come back.
You've given up on me, completely given up.
You've brought up the devil, and damned him now.
I look up to the door at the slightest sound,
Hoping you'll walk in once more.
But the door remains shut, and nothing but sunlight and moonlight creeps in.
How many dead days, and cold nights have passed?
I've all but lost count.
My purpose for living has disappeared.
Angels will walk through that door no more.
For that door now leads to the flames.
I sit on the red leather chair, and watch the flames lick the drapes.
The rugs and wooden fixtures are consumed in a hailstorm of fury.
Of wrath, hatred, and pain.
It eats me up, turning me to naught.
It doesn't hurt...
It doesn't hurt?
I look down on myself, and watch as the flames devour me.
I'm no longer of your world.
I'm free now.
The devil has found solace.
He's now one of the angels.