Selling Your Soul Killing just to see pain and terror in ones eyes. Holding all ones fears at the end of a stolen ‘nine’. Why think before you shoot, it’s just another life, Taken with out thinking or even asking “why”. Feeling nothing as the trigger jerks, There’s just emptiness inside. With a smirk upon your face you turn to slip away. When right before your eyes you’re propped up in a casket With you’re mother by your side. Everyone waits quietly as you’re lowered to the ground. Their silently wishing you would’ve been smarter then To try and take another down. The devils dancing proudly on what used to be your soul Looks like you’ve sold your heart to the satin and the Price was your life. Jessica