Highest Bidder

Once upon a sinful past, temptation to trade the soul.
Riches beyond that can be perceived andcvulnerable with lust for control.
What is a soul if not old, mine is shiny and new
and a souls cost, a pretty penny
and pennies I have few.
An agreement immortal, a sacrifice of morals;
things aren’t as they intended to be.
All the riches they are but mine,
but what I surrendered in time
is all of me.
My soul departed, my body broken hearted
For without a soul one can touch but does not feel
and an eternity time has cursed me with uncertainty of what is fake and what is real?
I traded my soul and made my heart cold,
I feel no love I know no pain.
To this corruption my mind lost direction, sanity not such a small price to pay.
My senses diluted to reality polluted, when did I sieze to exist entirely?
Gone is my soul, relinquishing all control, and with it mind heart and body.
I sold my soul to the devil
and with it he took who I am from me.

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