is this for sale too?

i had a soul once,

before life turned gray.

i had a soul once but when it got to heavy,

i sold it to a man in black,

a man with cold eyes and frozen fingers,

this man bout my soul,

i had a soul once, believe it or not,

and it was worth my weight in gold.

this man held my heart i his hand and asked, 

are you selling this to?

i can take it off your hands, your won't hurt,

you won't bleed,

there will be no reason for you to cry.

is this for sell to, i would love to have a beating heart full of life like yours..


my heart, this man wanted, 

my heart this man asked for,

the man with cold eyes and frozen fingers,

believe it or not, he bought that to,

broken and bruised as it was,

and it was worth my life.

The End

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