Soul for fame

Been thinking about that night ,
On my knees , hands clasped ,
Praying to the six ,
Told him I'd do what it took ,
Just take my soul ,
Give me my every wish and desire ,
But nothing came of it ,
But a laugh , silly grin , and an empty feeling in my stomach.

Fast forward , shouldn't I have died , laid on the hearse , I must have received a curse ,

I keep looking behind , seeing shadows crawl , spiders dance , moths flying ,
Hearing the ground crack under my feet ,
Watching out to not step on it ,
And fall into my nightmares.

Fast forward , shouldn't I have died ,
Why have some dreams come true ,
Was it you ?

She laid next to me , looking into my eyes ,
Muttering how they were soulless ,
True story , but I laugh , grin , but feeling something in my stomach ,
Did it come true , I wonder.

I prayed for it to come , to be touched with talent and gifts , to achieve ,

Fast forward , things are coming naturally ,
Doing things never thought of ,
Seeing a future possibility unfold ,
Did I sell it ?

Maybe I sold my soul , but success is earned not given ,
But what if I made a deal with the devil ,
As a joke , with my life being used as a punchline ?

I'm laughing , grinning , because I know something you don't ,
Starts with a six , ends with a six , and I'm the one to tell you.
But you're not reading between the lines are you ?

Because I did in fact , sell my soul

But I'm using it to stay on this dreaded hell hole of a planet ,
But
to create something to be loved , desired , appreciated.

Because I didn't sell my soul to be loved ,
But to love the ones I wish to enrich ,

Fast forward , I'm dead , age forty ,
Slit wrists , laid on a canvas of blood ,
Picture of a smiling face ,
Engraved with the words ......

It was always going to be , but no one believed me when I said ,

Id become famous , but not in the way you think ,
Because you're still not reading between the lines.


This is my suicide letter , to explain my suicide letter ,

The one that hasn't been mailed.