Sell Your Soul He walks in,all of a sudden those surreal eyes,they're filled with menace, Yet than tongue promises to relieve Of your so called burden. 'Sell your soul,and I promise you this.. You shall never be alone.' Ah,I do cry for some company, But I need not a puppet with a heart of stone. 'Sell it for money then.Enough to bury you in.' I think,I falter..me and my conscience,both stumble.. Ah,but how hard does a King fall, when falls that paper castle. 'So,I presume immortality is what you seek'. Ah,what good is my soul if I were immortal. I consider this,still not believing.. The prince of darkness,outwitted? Ah,but the catch my friends: I'd die a thousand deaths with each loved one's soul departed. But I say,I do wish to be immortal. Not physically,but perhaps as a legend..or even a mythical memory. Maybe as an idiot,who was moronically crass. Or maybe as the guy who told the devil, to take his offer and shove it up his....
i dont knw waht to say .... u started well but ended weak ...anger and frustration are two different things one is a free verb and other a caged one...lol i dont knw may be im wrong