The Devil’s Deal
He walked into the room, eyes black as night.
The devil smiled, offering me a fight.
A deal to be made, a soul for the price.
The fire in his eyes told me it wouldn’t be nice.
I took his hand, felt the burn in my skin.
A twisted grin. I knew I’d never win.
He whispered secrets I never knew.
Promises of power, blood to renew.
The world would bend, all at my command,
if I signed away my soul with a shaking hand.
The weight of the world, the price of my greed.
Now I’m trapped in this endless need.
I made the devil’s deal. Now I can’t break free.
The fire’s burning deep inside of me.
Sold my soul. Now the darkness calls.
In the devil’s grip, I’m bound to fall.
The days go by. I’m living the lie.
Power and wealth, but I’m too afraid to die.
The devil’s laughter echoes in my ears,
whispering promises, feeding my fears.
Each step I take, I’m sinking so deep.
In the hell I created, I can’t escape the sleep.
The deal is done, and I’ve paid the price.
Trapped in the shadows, lost in the lies.
The devil’s grip won’t let me go.
In this hell I’ve made, I reap what I sow.