Heartache knocks on their souls

Fire eternal, rages
in angst
fuelled by hate
violence and pestilence of souls
charred black
too evil to deem
to contemplate
believe-
that they once belonged
to anyone other than
the devil,
or anyone
anything
pertaining from
his seed
of lust
of greed
of desire
of want
of desire
of greed
of lust
from his seed
of the devil
or anyone else
on par
to fuel the fires
that rage in the
hearts of the lifeless
the dead
the empty carcasses
that no longer walk
but live among
the rose coloured
fresh faced
young, virgin youths
that walk in broad daylight
with hearts full of hope
to make dreams come true,
but only to be disappointed when
the fire flickers
and trails behind
and heartache knocks on their souls
to claim
their child once more