I Think I Just Sold My SoulI think I just sold my soul.I signed a contract with a blood red pen.I felt all drained after that.I watched the contract dissolve in flamesAnd the business dealer fade away in smoke.I think I just sold my soul
The Devil came to visit todayAnd he told me about a deal.He told me that if I signed a contract I'd be better
At everything.He said he'd save my life.I didn't really think.I took the pen and read over the paper.It looked normal enough.I remember thinking that it was a sweet deal.Then I signed the paper.I think I just sold my soul.The Devil ran off with it.My eyes are as red as rubiesAnd my heart is as hard as stone.I've gotten better at everything.I can never die.But I just sold my soul
I can never love again.And I can never get to Heaven.I belong to Hell now.I just sold my soul!
just not envious.Proud
just not boastful.Angry
just not murderous.In love
just not infatuated.In denial
but not completely.Happy
but only with you.I'm jealous of the ones you call 'friends'And wish I was amongst them.I'm proud of who I amWhich is why I can't speak to you.I'm angry at the coward insideWhich won't let me stoop to your level.My love for you is ridiculous.I can't even convince myself!I'd be happy to be yoursBut we're just acquaintances.I love youBut I shouldn't.
So DeepI am surrounded by a musicSo deepIt eats its way into your mindIt breaks its road through your heartIt covers your head like water.I am victim to a music so intenseIt knows its boundaries not,Understands your past,Kills your senses,Tells your future,And know who you are
Poem to my GrandmotherThe worst part isn't knowingThat you're gone;It isn't feeling your lose;It's not the memories flooding my eyes.The worst part is here,In the mortuary,With your waxen body all laid out.Your hands clutch a rosary beadLike they once did ours when we were little.Your eyes are closedAnd you almost look like you're asleep.There's lace around youAnd we know that this is what you would have wanted.There's a ray of sunshine on your faceAnd you almost look like the perfect saint.Rain fallsFrom all our eyes.We clutch each other in comfortHoping we won't drown.And when we think we're almost doneWhen it feels like we've got nothing leftWe all look at himThe man who loved you more than himselfAnd watch him crumbleAnd weep.The worst partIs seeing a person who lovedLose the love he once had.The worst partIs watching a man who stayed strongFinally crumple.The worst partIs knowing that thisIs the last time we'll ever see you again.
Not Much LeftI've been sitting at this stool for hours nowThe keys discarded like the violin bow.There's the strings of the cello, twisted and torn;A few feet away, a battered French Horn.This room once belonged to the Symphony Orchestra,Of which one young man used to sit forward-centra.This young man sold the room to a rock bandWhose dream it was to become quite grand.They sold it down to a group that played jazzWho practiced a lot, and created pizzazz!They gave it to a son, who gave it to me.And for years I've been searching for just the right Key.This room is filled with all sorts of MemorandaAnd most of the objects created propaganda!And now it's mine, and I'm sad to sayThat I've lifted the purpose of this room astray.This room is no longer a room of successIndeed it's become a room full of mess!All that is mine are three lone guitars.They will never help make me a star.I trudge out the room as I grabbed my broken dreams.These guitars no longer play, they only scream.There
I Miss YouDo you think about meLike I do about you?Or am I just being ridiculous?Do you wonder what I doLike I do about you?Or should I just move on?Do you smile when you remember meLike I do about you?Or am I being a fool?Do you wish you could see meLike I wish about you?Or am I trying too hard?Do you miss meLike I miss you?Or am I just not important?Do you want to speak to meLike we used to do?Or are those times behind us now?Have I lost youWhen I should have held on?Or have you just forgotten me
?I Miss You