the devil keeps
leaving me messages
asking when i will
finally make my
triumphant entrance.

i leave his messages
on read
as my heart and soul
already belong to her.

the sparrows know
as do the crows that
follow me
black winged companions
that know the way
of things
glaring over
the gray city
filled with broken
hearts and shattered
hopes
that this damned one
has suffered enough.