Poezja

Suicide chains, 
Hold tight around my wrists, 
Call it as you may, 
My name rests on His list, 
 
Titled Satan's soul, 
One of all seven, 
I'm a deadly curse, 
Far from meeting heaven, 
 
Oh it runs through my mind, 
Never to pause - pause to stop, 
The devil offered me something, 
A deal that would never reach the top, 
 
So I took it, 
Though regrets flow as many, 
I was only a baby in this world, 
Swore the devil had plenty, 
 
I offered him my soul, 
In exchange of a leading life, 
But all hopes had failed, 
Now I only beg for Christ, 
 
All my hope is gone, 
My life lays in the ruins of hell, 
So now I'm waiting for my owner, 
To bring me to his cell.