Once was my soul sold,
Not to the devil, but a human ghoul.
A bad deal it was, with lust as its driving force.
Till the end as we reached, my bargain sounded hoarse.

Happiness was what I aimed for,
But in the end, what I received was nothing at all.
I was looted till I had no more,
I remember my chest being left sore.

I closed the cavity with as much shattered emotions as I could,
Only to realize that my heart was there no more inside that wound.
None of those emotions were to mean anything,
Feelings too, like every other thing.

To give and then receive, the deal had told,
I gave up my soul only to be left as another ghoul.