Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nov 2012
I sold my soul to the
                                     devil.
I feel the blood rush to my
                                               cheeks.
I am no longer myself,
                                        possessed.
I gave my clothes to the earth,
                                                      naked.
Please don't take advantage of me.
don't do drugs, okay?
Tessellate
Written by
Tessellate
Please log in to view and add comments on poems