I made a deal with the devil for a pocketful of prose.
I made a deal with the devil
I made a deal where I exchanged some love, a hug, a spoon of kindness, and a pinch of affection for a boulder of pain, a pain that paints the sky in shades of grey and a trail of muddy tears
when the pain subsided, the boulder crushed it all, all that was left was a mere scar. Merely a dent on the surface, a rolling tear that escapes numb echoes
I made a bad decision the first, the second, the third time, a friend, an acquaintance, a lover
Left me scars, and then some more. Few more boulders rolled out.
I learned of the world as boulders and heavy loads that crushes all in its way
So what if I made a deal with the devil for a moment of rest, he could have my soul
I made a deal with the devil, with his charming smile, his tricks, his illusions to fly me away, far far away. He flew me so far away that one day I flew far away from everything that made me, me.
The boulder rolled and rolled away but it stopped hurting.
I struggled to claim back my soul, floating in an ocean of souls, lost like mine
I got caught in a web of fears, gripping away at my flesh, clawing into my skin
I took each and every thorn and threw them away, far far away into the unknown
But there is always a catch with the devil, he never stops now does he, in his ways,
In his pursuit of chaos?
my soul, my smile, my rest, my very breath
He clings on
I made a deal with the devil but It's over
I made a deal with the devil not knowing, he lives in the shadows, he lives in the scars
Because the devil's sin is vanity and what he cannot live without out is being acknowledged
Even in the scars, he left behind.
I made a deal with the devil for some love and he gave me a lifetime of a muse in each scar, each one, a prose that writes itself, carrying boulders that unload years of rain.