...
One day
When all events will be finished,
Then you will see
Over and over again
Is this why the door closed,
By that time the window next to
The road is full of trash

Little by little
I will be almost removed
From your mind
Then Red Sun will be appeared
In a new horizon,
The birds will sing the same as before
You will laugh
For some reason mystery

Flowers will be dancing
Before you
You will be singing with someone
Highborn
Moonlight will brighten
Your night
And your Sky will be filled with
Full of dreams

But then you will not feel the,
Moonlit wet night
As your first feeling flourished
Like a Red Rose,
Either an Evergreen Love Song
Or As a Romantic Poem,
Hold your hands in a way
That will be mystic wandering

Remember My Darling,
And then I will exist
Thousands of Millions of miles
Away from you,
As a Bright Star
Will be burned myself
And be Fallen as dust
On your Eyes-
...
@ Musfiq us shaleheen

One man
can really change the world,
even if it's just by dying.
One man
can really lead thousands
if he kneels down and prays hard enough.
One man
can influence his pale demons
to lay down their pitch forks,
and also to pick them up.
One man
is just a man
is just a father
just a husband
just a preacher
just a speaker
just a man.
And does he truly want to be that
one man
that can really change the world,
even if it's just by dying?

I looked up and said What do you want from me?
Can't you see I just want my baby back with me?

He looked at me with fire
Hot enough to burn down an empire.

How much do you love him
He seemed so slim.

I would die for him, try for him, cry for him
I would even give up my soul for him, didn't I just tell you this?

---

Would you?
Would you be willing to give me your soul, let me eat it, keep you alive enough to see the torture I put your corpse through,
see me ****** innocent people everyday?

Do not make promises with the devil,
we never keep our promise,
dear,
you are literally playing with the devil right now.

I own him.
Simple as that.
I get to do whatever I would like with his soul, and soon,
with yours too it seems.

I will keep his soul, toy with it,
toy with you,
my plaything.

His is mine.

---

I don't believe you
Even demons have the chance of telling the truth.

I would sell my soul for him
Give my life to you

If you bring him back to me
Let me see him one last time

Let me tell him I'm sorry
I was wrong to mistrust

I...I love him with all my heart.

Boyfriend comes out

I love you too
Don't worry about me

I need you to be happy
Move on without me.

---

Hah! You think you can deal with the devil?
Play devil's advocate?

You are nothing but an angel
trying to be tough.

He is mine,
and this, this exchange?
Pitiful. ****.

He's a liar. He doesn't want you to move on,
He loves himself too much to think about you,
he wants you to be stuck on him,
always worship him like he's your world,
and he'd like to take all that worship and give none back.

Part of why I like him, really.
He has some very nice points,
like the fact that he is so full of himself,
and he has a certain taste for breaking people,
just to name two of his fine points.

This is quite entertaining to watch,
him spilling lies out of his mouth like blood drips from a wound,
you slurping it up as if it was water and you dehydrated.

Hmm.
I'm letting you to give me a show for 5 minutes.
And, darling, dear?
He gets some of my demonic powers.

---

Your filthy ******* liar!
I hate you!

He would never sell himself to you to make me
Come back to him.

I came back because I love him.
Runs to the house

Babe, please tell me he's lying?
I love you to much

To much to let you go
I was wrong to mistrust you

Please tell me this whole thing whole
Was just a setup?

Kisses him on the lips

Please don't let him take control!
I need you,

I need you like air to breathe.
The whole time we were apart

My blade became best friend.
Your name is carved into me.

Literally and metaphorically.
Please just tell me you love me?

---

This is interesting to watch.

I told you,
watch him.

Watch how he will
kiss you,
slip his hand down your pants...
I told you, you are nothing to him.
You are just another girl to be ******,
another innocent girl.

Watch as he will enchant you
with that devil smile
that makes me so proud,
watch how he will use you,
make you another one of his slaves.

But who am I to say anything?

---

Babe?
What are you doing?

Stop! This isn't you!

Stop, struggling and look at me
Don't you remember the first time we kissed?
Right there under that tree?

Don't focus on anything else but me.

No!
Struggles to get free
This isn't you,
This isn't me.

Now I know I was right
To set myself myself free.

You did sell yourself!
Like a ***** *****!

You never wanted me
Only my virginity!

So you know what
I'm done!

I hate you and I hate you
May you both rot in hell for all eternity!

Pulls out cross and throws it at devil

I thought you loved me
And I guess I was wrong
But don't be fooled I will always still Love you
For the man I knew
Wasn't this cruel.

After your death
I'm rummaging through the drawers
for your bottle of Vicodin
hoping your ghost
isn't watching.

Why can I never stay clean?
Is it because I'm weak?
I see myself like your husband
in 20 years
a tired young drunk
sick of feeling old,
who died before his grandchildren
were even born.

I hear footsteps in the kitchen
and wonder if it's you
hiding them from me —
but I hear lots of things
when the floor beneath me
crumbles
and I'm left dangling
from my barbed sanity
with ****** hands.

I swore I'd keep it locked away,
this heirloom of addiction,
but right now I need to hold it
and feel it
because I miss you
and I'm not strong enough to accept the fact
that you're gone
just yet.

So far this is the only moment
I've told myself you're not here,
when I find and swallow the last
three pills
that couldn't stop your pain,
then wash them down with gin
that wasn't enough
to stop mine.

Imagine a world where you are alone.
Everyone that you loved or hated are gone.
First it may be lonely.
Next it may be fun.
You could do whatever you wanted.
Eventually the loneliness will set in again.
This time worse than before.
Nobody to hate you.
Nobody to love you.

Now imagine a new world.
This time there are other people.
There is just one catch.
People will talk to you.
They might even laugh with you.
But in the end,
they don't act like friends.
They aren't there for you when you need them.
They aren't there when you're lonely.
They won't let you feel welcome.
Is this better than the previous world?
Is it better to I think you have friends, to just find out that you don't?
Or is it better to know that there is nobody already?

Now... Imagine a world like the last.
But don't judge so fast.
This world is different from the rest.
What you might miss makes this one the best.
This is not as bad
this is not nearly as sad.
Now there are people that will be there for you without saying please
Their friendship will be true with these With friends you won't be alone.
You will not be on your own.
This is the world of friends.

I start in the ground.
I just lay there without a sound.
For now I am just a little seed. Hopefully when I grow up I am not mistaken for a ****.
For now I am just to wait.
To wait for the cold and dry to dissipate.
Soon will come the warmth and water.
That will help me grow tall and strong so that I may not totter.
I will then have the strength and power,
to finally be called a flower.
I will finally be able to feel and chase the sun.
Which is what I do for fun.
I follow it from beginning to end.
This is my daily trend.
When my final days come near.
I'm will be glad that I cannot shed a tear.
I hope to be picked as a child's treasure
and to become a mother's pleasure.
So in the end when I wilt,
I will remember the happiness that I have built.