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Walking Out on the Devil

Of course this is what I asked for.
Exactly what I wanted.
Some would say, 
Even what I deserve.

I knew it would be hard.
Maybe not this hard.
I had expectations of emotional loss.
But I didn't think I would lose everything.

Walking away from you was akin
To walking out on the Devil.
I walked out of Hell
With my soul intact.

I left everything behind.
The hot heat of fights,
That warmed the house
From room to room.

Pillows that were once 
Used to muffle cries or
Punches to my face
Lay unused now on the bed.

The pictures still hang on the walls.
They cover the holes
That angry fists hit
Through broken drywall.

Scars in a house,
That didn't heal.
Bruises on my body,
Nobody ever saw.

Today it is cold.
Bitter as the snow falls.
Unlike your hot temper,
And demon screaming.

I'm hungry and tired.
But telling myself 
That this is still better
Than life with you.

I look inside the window, 
Simply passing by.
You sit with her,
Your next victim.

I want to open the door.
Scream and cry at her,
To please run away.
But she is already lost.

Your hand is atop hers.
Your devil eyes are locked 
On your target.
She laughs, innocent for now.

It is enough that 
Your Hell let me go.
I made it out alive, 
That I walked out on the Devil.

I'm convinced that she
Is doomed to her own fate,
Caught under your spell.
So I continue walking into the night.

I knew it would be hard.
Feeling cold and alone.
Leaving everything familiar, 
And seeing the Devil with fresh prey.

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