Ignited Souls

Impeccable timing
the devil is never late
 
hell fire burns through my body
his stare is unrelenting  
 
I stare back  
unable to blink  
 
seems like space and time have slowed
he and I the only relevant things in the room
 
everything else unneeded, fading
yet its there in streaks
 
eyes locked like missiles ready to be deployed
we are drawn closer to each other, pushed by fate
 
so close I feel his breath upon my face
he holds me by the waist gently
 
the stare is broken  
he leans in and whispers in my ear
 
he says "the cursed always find each other
its the stench of the rotten soul"
 
I can feel him smiling as he whispers
his breath is hot against my ear
 
I don't try to flee there's no point in it
he always finds me, its destiny
 
he holds me tighter
he whispers softly
 
"nothing wrong with being dead inside,
a black heart is what I love about you"
 
a single tear escapes my eye
he pulls back from my ear to watch the tear slide down my face
 
as the tear falls
he catches it on his tongue
 
he savors the tear  
swishing it around in his mouth like fine wine  
 
his eyes locked with mine again
he asks me "are you ready?"
 
I nod yes  
he takes my left hand and squeezes it
 
he grins
I start to sweat
 
I grip his hand harder
I see the flames  
 
it feels like we are spinning  
yet we are stationary
 
its everything else which is moving
spiraling down
 
to the bottom
condemned souls dance around us
 
he smiles at me
I remain emotionless  
 
the spinning comes to a halt
he walks me into the boudoir of the dead
 
we will spend an eternity here
he never lets go of my hand
 
chained to the fate that is
we wait in the coldest part of hell
 
destined to rise again
and again and again