I sold my Heart

October 30, 2008
By Amanda Randoph, Platteville, CO

I feel his cold hand
Soul frequently drains
Often I hear his demands
Lost now, nothing of me remains

Destroyed and feeling every ache
My soul was sold several years ago
Youth was captivating, luring me to the mistake
Here I am now, down below

Enduring pain like acid trickling through my sinister veins
Abiding its path that’s always so slow
Restricted to these chains
Tell me when I’ll be let go.

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