Devil Chronicles

Smiling Little Devil

Trying her best to wear a smiling mask
Not fearing the pain from within her chest
Screaming out in anger and sadness
Laughing in contempt at her widened hole

A hole so deep that nothing could fill it
Eyes turning a crimson shade
Blood pouring down from her eyes
Rocking back and forth trying to comfort

Lies coming into the light
Bright screening the crooked man's deceit
Landing right where he wants
Playing out in the palms of his hands

Struggling is futile
Almost like screaming in a soundproof room
Being entirely ignored
Always giving but never receiving love

Asking God why the unexpected to miserably
Fail
Deny
And crumble under the pressure

To mock their own flesh and blood
To laugh at her heart felt feelings
To look down on her
And unappreciate her kindness

Still she simply laughed in madness
While wiping away her blood stained tears
Taking out her trusty knife
And said with trembling lips

"Father....Are you happy now?
No longer will you have to suffer
To waste your words on me
Your first born daughter. See?"

No longer did she cry
No longer did she scream
No longer did she ask God why
No longer did her heart hurt

As the man who she once called father saw
His face was ashen from the sight
Screaming out her name
He begged god for forgiveness

This was his first and last time he held her
His first born little girl
The artist who loved nothing more than colors
Her last piece she gifted was his portrait