faustian bargain

Kiss me under absent gods / and learn

what parts of our souls we sold / and what

we sold them for. / I really do think I’m

dying, / for what, I don’t know. / Is it for

you? / you, you, you. / Because I used my

bargain with Mephistopheles / on your

foul-mouthed being. / My dear, / experience

the psychomachia tenfold, / get on your knees

and pray, / beg on the bathroom tile. /

More, more, more, more. / Learn to live /

and learn to die. / I don’t need my soul /

for I am a god like thing. / But there’s nothing

holy left here. /