Door

Our paths intertwined, but you treated me with disdain. I offered you a gift to enrich your life, only to snatch it away and bury your vitality in a grave. You had the opportunity to love and prove your worth, yet you succumbed to lust and shattered every moral boundary. You attempt to twist the truth, evading your personal reality, while expecting my forgiveness. Unfortunately, I cannot grant it. You desire my triumph, but I have already overcome, leaving you to wander in circles, contemplating your demise. The gift I bestowed upon you was misused, and now I reclaim it, leaving no chance for rejuvenation. It transforms into a curse, forever haunting you, marked for the remainder of your existence. The only release is through pain, as you bleed, trapped with no escape. Your brains splatter on the floor, resembling spaghetti sauce for the destitute. If I were in your shoes, I would have never dared to knock on the devil's door.