Filled with the fright
I lay on my bed
In the stillness of night
Perhaps tonight I shall gain some sleep
Perhaps tonight sanity I will keep
Alas, the night will stay eternal
My body wanders into the infernal
I wander from my resting place
And into the den
Maybe the television
Will be my friend
The bright lights sting my eyes
The images, they are all lies
I can't recall the pictures fleeting
No man can tell into what trap it's leading
Again I lie realizing what I see
May be my mind being devious
I am not in control of this disease
It all seems just too tedious
The man that spoke to me that time
His intent all so sublime
Asking me to buy from him
Whatever would fulfill my whim
"What be the price?"
I asked in nervous excitement
"Just your soul…"
Began his evil enticement
"But a soul is not what you think it is
It is just a figment of religious myths
So really, the gift is free
So take, please take it from me"
I ponder, but in such a condition
I couldn't decline his tender
Still not realizing his plan came to fruition
When my life to him I rendered
I received the gift of impulses satisfied
The pain only got worse, I wasn't gratified
I wanted the joy, I wanted the fun
All I end up is on the run
A servant now to the man so depraved
A fool I was! How so incoherent
The disease has called me to be a slave
But was I really all that innocent?
Is it the sickness, or am I really the master?
Could I have prevented the disaster?
Is it all in my head?
Is there nothing to dread?
As light breaks through the glass
The spell is now recanted
None of the fear will last
My will not for wishes granted
I walk into the kitchen and have a shock
I was awake all night, I watched the clock!
The pain was still there! It can't be so!
It wasn't my fault! I thought it would go!
I thought it was only transitory
But now I live with the mistake
I will never have any of the joy
All because of the chances I take