On my way to Hell

 On my way to Hell

On my visit to Earth

I met a girl

As bubbly as joyous was she

She filled her hearts with miniscule memories

Her job was to buy smiles

Smiles on the faces who had never tasted one

Though her honey brown eyes had another story 

A story that she wrote herself

In a journal so secret that she hid it in her heart

And locked it forever to throw the keys far apart

But I am lucky for I'm a devil

And have these tricks up my sleeve

Sneaking my way to her heart

Did I read her diary from the start

It said

"I'm a girl who loves birthdays

For that gives me an opportunity to do my job

Dancing is my passion and singing is something

That I would like to my profession.... no no

Singing is my compassion"

Leafing through her careful words did I turn the page

As it read

" I love this world,  not the real world

The realm of movies and music

Though I can't get there 

But I can live it 

Live it in my dreams, in my sleep

And escape this despotic rule of reality"

And then her writings trembled

A sign of fear in her handwriting swelled up

"I have nightmares,

It makes me feel lonely

As if I lose everyone around me

As if I'll always be this way,

Even though I like making friends

But then everything ends up like jerks

I don't want to feel like this"

As a tear drop started rolling through my eye

I scooped it off my cheek

And planted a the tear in her hear,

For it would have smudged the fragile red ink

But now there would be a tree

A tree full of happy memories in her heart

That she'll enjoy even though when I'm not in her heart

Moving forward to the next page did I realise

The pages from this part were very frail

And the ink very new

It read

"I lost you,

Was it my mistake or yours

I do not care, I was happy and I wanted to be

But then why did this happen

And only happen to me

This was my fear

And now it seems defeat

But I assure you my dear my life is still not complete"

The rest of the pages were filled with awkard silence

A silence she hated, something she confiscate

And then flipping the book closed

Did I lock it again, 

Only to leave the key that I found in her heart again

Hanging it on the tree of happiness

On the toppest branch so

It was out of reach of anyone who didn't try too hard

For such a soul needs a lot of affection to start

To start to believe again

To breathe and walk freely again,

Escaping her heart now I witnessed it was night.

I planted a kiss on her forehead

Did I bid her a goodnight

Only to turn back

On my way to Hell.