By Arcassin Burnham

Devil's chokehold,
Grueling at you feelings,
Weighing you down,
I mean unless you soul is sold,
Unless your soul is sold,
Unless your soul is sold,
Unless your soul is sold,
Thats what the demons repeat,
Over and over just to get yourself some new sheets,
Cause the blood splatter won't help you livleyhood,
And the your parents want nothing else to do with you,
Being good,
You just can't go on thinking what if,
And then blowing all your parents hard earned money for your college fund,
I'm just you the real,
This is not for fun.