• Why do you not just sell your soul,
    So that way you could buy your death?
    It would be easier than scrambling for money,
    And paces the floors looking for more.
    Never did I have much to say in the matter.
    You just went behind my back either way,
    And then slapped me in the face to make it okay.
    Go on, sell your soul.
    Then you could go buy your death.
    But when you, do not come to me and say "I love you."
    Because I cannot respond with "I love you too."
    The words would not be able to form,
    For I would be choking on the smoke.
    And nauseated from the smell.
    But you choose to have your love affair before my eyes.
    Your obsession that might cause you to die.
    Go on, sell your soul.