I Sold My Soul To The Devil

This is a fictional poem.

I'm in Hell because I sold my Soul to the Devil last Halloween.

Now I'm in more torment than anybody has ever seen.

I sold my Soul to the Devil to save my son.

He accidentally shot himself with my gun.

He thought the gun was a toy and his life was slipping away fast.

Satan said that if I didn't give up my Soul that his life wouldn't last.

The Devil wasn't joking, what he said was a cold hard fact.

It took less than five seconds for me to sign his contract.

Now my skin is burning, the pain is unbearable but I also feel joy.

Yes, I'll burn for all eternity but at least I was able to save my boy.

Knowing that my son is alive and well makes my torment worth while.

It's strange because I'm in unbearable agony but I still have a smile.