Her tears have run red since the day he left.
What intrigues her most is the devil he became.
Such passion did permeate the air he breathed.
But the love of a demon is not for the sane.

A memory now captured within the borders of a photograph.
Her attempts to smile only fracturing the skin.
The blade upon the bed sits glistening in wait.
As she prepares herself for one final sin.

"I shall find you my love. " She whispers and trembles.
Where he can be she can never tell.
Steel splits the skin and the crimson escapes.
She will follow her devil... even into hell.