I wish the devil was real
So I could sign a contract;
and make a fair deal
I wish he was real
‘What do you want;
and what do you have?’
He would have asked,
his eyes filled with greed
‘What I want,
is only happiness
Not of mine though;
but of someone else’s
What I want,
is warmth and comfort
Not for me though,
but for someone else’
The Devil would have laughed,
and then laughed some more
‘I don’t care
if you ask for yourself
or for another
But what I care
is what you can offer’
‘Take my soul,
and burn it forever
Take the essence of my being
and torment it forever’
I would have offered,
I would have begged
‘Your soul….you say?’
The Devil would have snickered
‘But I am not short of souls;
their cries fill my hell’
‘But my soul is special’
I would have said
‘For it has loved’
and it has suffered’
‘A loving heart eh?
A suffering heart you say?
Then so be it,
You get what you want
and your soul belongs to me’
The Devil would have decreed
‘But remember this
and write it across your heart
You will not love again
For there is no love
without a soul’
And I would have said,
raising my head
‘A soul that has loved,
to be sold for love?
Where is the contract?
I will sign it in blood’
