I took pride

once I was inside.

Her pretty little mind was mine.

but I crossed the line.

I took too much from her soul

& left a black hole

as dark as coal, but wasn't that my goal?

To deteriorate her essense

& make it prevalent

that they weren't the right fit

& that her love was my torment?

My heart was his first,

but then she immersed

and prevailed before him at his worst

and now he's cursed.

It's her fault he didn'y stay,

yet she's the reason I pray

because I slowly chipped away

at her sanity everyday

& left nothing but dust

& left nothing but rust.

Her innocence I crushed

& her mind I hushed.

No one can save her

because I'm her executioner.

So everyday, I pray

that at death, I don't see Lucifer.