Blood and Luxuries
He sold his soul
For nice new things;
Some crisp new bills,
And a slip
from reality;
A couple of lines
And the possessions of his dreams
Oh how he loved
His blood and luxuries
I warned him that the clock
Was ticking away
But he'd never take the time
To hear what I had to say
I'd tell him he had it all now;
All he could possibly dream
But with a missing spirit
What could it even mean?
He is nothing now
But a lost young friend
But at least he'll enjoy
His journey to the end;
He'll embrace it now
Until the time he does descend
This shouldn't be too long now;
Not for an acquisitive man like him
Enjoy your soul I say
Enjoy it while you can
Until the truth unfolds
And you choke to death on sin
copyright(c)
April 2007
Deanna Prall
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