I made a deal, not with the Devil, with you.
Yet, I still lost my soul, I still got burned.
Years of pain, moments of fire, heat everywhere.
You didn't have horns and the only red skin is on my own cheek.
You give stars for behavior, but they aren't gold.
I tell myself it was deserved, that I should have done better
What lies, and you let them fester.
Cooling tears run from sad eyes.
An empty house is no joy, ever noise is an explosion.
From the room next to mine I hear a whimpering.
The result of my deal lies before me as I enter.
I see you in her eyes, eyes that accuse and torment.
It's to much to stand.
Snow falls in sheets onto the lawn.
I pick up the thing with your eyes and turn towards the door.
Pausing with my hand on the doorknob I try to see her without you.
Nothing happens, just accusing eyes staring at me.
A soft snow bank near the door makes a perfect bed.
I lay us down to sleep.
She cries, I shiver.
A perfect way to die, a cold grave for the spawn of the Devil.