Her Devil

You told her she was dead to you

She is dead because of you. 

You told her she lost you,

she is lost without you. 

The tears nesting in her eyes make you a blur. 

You are gone by the time they decide to explore her warm cheeks.

Your words are a drug, but she is overdosing on your silence. 

Her cry for help becomes a sweet melody to her demons.

Her beg for forgiveness feeds the devil that manifested in you. 

The little girl you killed years ago begins to resurrect in her skin. 

Her tormented mind, overflowing with memories

of your rough hands around her slow-beating heart,

suffocate the angels giving her the strength to kill her demons.

But she does not want to kill them.

Because behind all those demons stands the devil, 

her father.