With parameters of sensitivity devils will play.
Emotional scales toppling to the ground as tears are shed
Newly emptied home fills with a burning rage
Replaying the games in his head a plan devours his mind
Encouraging his desire for her apologies by his own hand
Every heated breath
Every missing memory from the wall
Every thought if his children not greeting him at the door
his control lessens
the devils fires burns harder
his reality dwindling
He remembers his promise to her
He has never broke a promise to her
He will not start now
Standing in the doorway
He stares at the night
Closes the door .