Standing at the crossroads
Five minutes to midnight
Wanting to sell my soul
But no one is in sight
Minutes slowly tick by
The time is finally here
A train slowly rolls along
And a man in black appears
The man presents a paper
And puts a pen in my hand
"Want to sell your soul?"
"what are your demands?"
Fortune, fame, and Jessica Alba
I want at any cost
The price is of no consern
Even if my soul will be lost
He places an X for me to sign
But try as I might
Something must be wrong
For the pen will not write
The man looked at me and smiled
"You belong in hell"
"The pen will not write
Because you have no soul to sell"
A contest entry
- Do You Wish to Buy My Soul? by SuicidalLover.
850 points, ended May 27, 2008, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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" The man looked at me and smiled
"You belong in hell"
"The pen will not write
Because you have no soul to sell" "
hahaha i like it
good one
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Oh...Harsh! A great write. You gave me what I want and I thank you for it.
~Kystal Angel
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this is an awesome poem great job
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