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Sold my soul
I sold my soul
In the dead of every night
What once was a game
Now gives me a fright
I'm a wreck
After all the forced gagging and shagging
Bad rumours and not love making
Some were demonic acts
Sent by the creature himself
A few split me open
My personal hell
Easy money they say
Yeah, it comes at a cost
Parts of my soul are surely lost
Your pleasure
Is my hour of pain
After fucking them
They all look the same
I now welcome my devil wings
And fly away from prostitution
Back into the dead of the night
Without that next man
Treating me like that next whore.
In the dead of every night
What once was a game
Now gives me a fright
I'm a wreck
After all the forced gagging and shagging
Bad rumours and not love making
Some were demonic acts
Sent by the creature himself
A few split me open
My personal hell
Easy money they say
Yeah, it comes at a cost
Parts of my soul are surely lost
Your pleasure
Is my hour of pain
After fucking them
They all look the same
I now welcome my devil wings
And fly away from prostitution
Back into the dead of the night
Without that next man
Treating me like that next whore.
Published 8th Feb 2020
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Makes us wonder if you were doing what you had to at the time to survive. We like this because there could be more to it, tight
8th Feb 2020 6:10am
8th Feb 2020 7:50am
8th Feb 2020 11:31am
raw and uncut spilling truth of the night shadows who sale there soul in a hard cold world nicely spilled...respect
10th Feb 2020 11:06pm
Shake for a bake? holla for a dolla? the sky for a high? bidness is bidness. Real honest write here. Hope your demons have been slayed deary. <3
