The Selling of Your Soul

You wanted ugly and you found it,

Selling yourself to a man with no soul,

In record time after your isolation,

Because money is your only goal.

He doesn’t even really want you,

Still searching for a better buy,

But that matters not to you

For your using him in your grand lie.

He knows you’re damaged thoroughly,

And he uses that as well,

But love is not his aim nor yours,

Only money, status, and a slave to sell.

That it happens so fast assures it’s falsity,

And you know you’re being rash,

But money’s all that matters to you,

You’re an unrepentant liar, prostitute, just trash.

You owe a debt you run from,

For the bile that you spewed in falseness,

But your ego is bigger than your dead heart,

So you let yourself be bought, greedy little mess.

So sell away, as you have no soul either,

And you have no self-esteem as well,

Take the buying ugly man’s soulless price,

And secure your place in Hell.

And when it turns bad, he drops his mask,

And you find yourself miserable once more,

Remember I’m the one who led you there,

Your punishment, a settled score.

And when abuse comes, and it surely will,

Because he settled for what he could screw,

You can’t blame me for it was your choice,

To take the money from a man as true as you.