i entered the world
accidentally,
changing the life
of a fifteen year old.
As i changed her,
she changed me.
Our first years were
alone.
i was the cross she carried
upon her back.
Temptation came
masquerading,
disguised
in human
jeans.
Beelzebub impregnated
the bride,
two
became four,
we were alone
no more.
Beelzebub proposes.
She accepts
the world he offers.
A pitchfork wedding
in hell
she receives.
Beelzebub was a generous
husband to the bride
and a stepfather to me.
He lavished us
with unwanted gifts.
He gave her the gift
of creativity:
she invented ways to cover up
black eyes and tell incredible
lies.
i thought she was forgetful
and forgot to complete
her face paintings.
Beelzebub gave me
a new name
and the back of his
hand.
Grandfather, my uncle,
and the school kids
called me
The Bastard.
i can still
hear those voices
whispering
to remind me
who i am.
Those voices
became an appendage to my body,
a third leg, useless.
i was grateful to the bride
only once.
She slipped a little pill
into Beelzebub’s hot tea
the night before.
The morning
of the rooster’s crow
she woke me from my
sleeping nightmare.
She whispered
“Pack your clothes.
We are moving out
of Sheol before the Morning Star
awakens”
As we drove away
i knew i was free
from the chains of Beelzebub.
But she was in bondage
to his lies and manipulations.
As she looked back
through the rear view mirror
i noticed deep in her eyes
Hades’ flames
stained her heart
and Beelzebub
captured her soul.
She was chained
to her master.
ocean.
2012 Version
an ocean roars 
This is so well written, but so sad. That’s not who you are, Ocean. I hope you know that. Love you.
It is good to hear from you. Miss you. Thank you for the compliment.