Lights turn on,
footsteps draw near..
Out of the shadows,
a familiar face does appear..
Strapped to a table,
your heart fills with dread..
Unable to move,
you realize your staring at death..
Another face approaches,
your eyes open wide..
One a wife,
the other you played on the side..
Hands you assumed empty,
holding sledgehammers firm..
The hearts you abused,
now take their turn..
Screams echo,
mixed with the sound of pulverized bone..
The Devil delights,
before collecting your wretched soul..
- C. Pantoja