Cigarette Stains, Satan Makes.

He leaves the window open.
I can hear him swearing,
brooding.

Underneath I wait,
and he knows.
Flicking ashes,
Burning down on my spine.
Laughing and taunting.

Don't I dare look up.
Though, everyone knows
Why I've arrived.
Still I clutch my veil tighter.

It's time. 
His tail dangles down,
Tangles around my heart,
and Legs.
He pulls me up.

Smoke fogs up my mind,
Serpent tongue plays around,
Prodding my neck,
Burning holes with each taste.

 Hacking,
He paints me with the black tar,
Bleeding from his lungs.
Territory, ritual.
I am the chosen one.