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| I Sold My Soul On the blackmarket for pennies... How fun it was to see the bidders run for a chance It would have even made lucifer smile Such non caring, such sweet emotions flowing about. It's fun to not give a damn once in a while. To see the bidders eyes glow with acquistion... To know they don't give a damn... A damn... It makes even me smile. For who needs a soul? It has never helped the pain before... It never stoped it, it never even numbed it. So what the hell is it good for. Sometimes I swear I could hear it laughing inside me... Up and down, shaking my heart. What is it good for? What? I sold my soul on the blackmarket... For pennies... Pennies. |