She set up shop
On the crossroad of regret
Near the corner of memories
In the fading sunset
“Soul for sale” it read
Pure angst it bled
Crying from the box
Came laughter long gone dead
“No takers?” thought she
Il throw in
A ruptured heart
For free
Sniggering tumbleweeds
ran by
The moon scorned her
From the sky
“aint no takers” said he
“never were never will be
Fool you are, don’t you see
Giving your heart away for free”
From the box, the heart cried
“No not yet, I have not died
I may have, along the way
But without the soul , you cant give me away”
Closing the box, she kicked it away
Sold her soul to who came her way
Along went her body, in the chasm of lust
Dying slowly, the heart turned to dust