selling your very soul <br />it’s the cost of the deeds <br />you do daily <br />your making your hell <br />your digging your grave <br />your words, your shovel <br />your actions, the dirt <br />burying you alive <br />your time has come <br />your deeds are done <br />your soul gone <br />time for the hell <br />that you created<br /><br />Scarlet .....<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fabrics-of-ones-mind/
