My Soul

Don’t fear my soul; I only need your trust
It doesn’t matter what your heart believes
My death was like a covering of rust
That coats metallic feelings love conceives
I saw the legions dig for gold in hell
I knew that death was only for the poor
I paid my tithe to Satan when I fell
I shook his hand, then walked through heaven’s door
Cold chardonnay compels my soul to sleep
Valerian implores my soul to dream
I want to give you something real to keep
Like coffee, warm and black, devoid of cream
My soul is yours, come take it with my heart
If life is real, I’ll give you any part.

Leave a Reply