I lost my boy, the damn devil took him. And with it my heart.
I said, excuse me sir but can i please have it back?
The grownd started to shake and like a volcano it opend and spitted out millions of broken pieces, of what used to be my heart.
Once i had this perfect boy and i loved him with everything i had, but now there´s nothing left for me to love.
The devil cut out his heart and had it for dinner, the devil took out his soul and used it as an fireplace, the devil poisend his mind until he couldn´t think for himself anymore. The devil laughed, i cried, my baby boy had just died.
I wish i could have saved him, but there was nothing i could do, or ever can do. So i just watched my boy go up in smoke.
You may not think that he was special, that he was just another tragic victim of some silly addiction.
But to me he was everything. And in some way i´m glad that his mind are long gone so he´ll never feel the pain that i do, the pain of loosing your soulmate and knowing that you´ll never get him back.