Knock on the door,
sound ripping apart,
burning the floor,
grasping his heart.
Echoes of pain
all wiped from mind,
yanking his chain,
the contract is signed.
Living on hope
of a whiff of her hair,
in darkness to grope,
for someone to care.
Dream turns real,
his head on her chest,
wishing to heal,
hoping to rest.
She kisses his head,
he breathes her scent,
but now she is dead,
time well spent.
All that is left
he had before,
pain deeply cleft
and more to pour.
Her lingering feel
forever reminding,
the Devil's deal
in suffering binding.