he sold his soul to the devil

[spiralmind]

he went to sleep at 10 pm, stressed.
he woke up at 3 am,
life in his eyes was a mess
and it seemed to me
that he would forget
that he was alive,
but stubborness made him believe his soul was dead inside

i got this impression from the sigh he let out while looking into the mirror
the devil had raped him
it couldn't be anymore clear.

from the sink he slowly started moving his feet towards the front door
thinking he was fiending another score
wanted so badly for winter to come knocking
and no, not the season.

see, about a month ago he sold his soul to the devil
mr devil told him it would be for the better.
the only problem is mr devil didnt include it would also change his life forever,
mr devil was pretty fuckin clever.
and so he gave in, only took 20 bucks

it was summer,
yet there was snow in a small sack
they hit it off pretty good
as it flew through his nasal track

first impression was damn,
the world is beautiful
howcome i couldn't see this earlier?
i could live like this forever, for i am ontop of the globe
i mean mr. devil did say it was for the better
infact, i like it so much i think i'll stay,
day after day after day
he said with a smile on his face

and so he did live his dreams and stay in winter
for as long as he possibly could
only problem is that he had no money left now
and.. wait a minute... i should...

oh shit, where did the twenties go?
and what are you doin with my car?
what's this? addiction?
fuck never knew letting go was so hard.

a year later, the residental area
turned into a bench on the side of C street
for the winter wind had come to bury ya
now tell me, that powder does seem pretty neat,
you think?

he sold his soul to the devil.

 

[plazma]

mr devil told him it would be for the better.
the only problem is mr devil didnt include it would also change his life forever,
mr devil was pretty fuckin clever.
and so he gave in, only took 20 bucks

The laconic way you present this image of someone metaphorically selling their soul, is a very world wise, and yet sad (kind of blues like really) way of presenting this image to the reader. I like it.

oh shit, where did the twenties go?
and what are you doin with my car?
what's this? addiction?
fuck never knew letting go was so hard

This seems to exemplify the wry and world weary way humour which this poem seems to convey (stop me if I'm wrong).

I could keep quoting and going on, but I won't. Take it from me, this poem is very fucking good material. I really loved reading it, and it could do VERY well, if polished and perhaps altered to make it a little more lyrical, as song lyrics.

Great work though!

-plaz out-