No, I never agreed to sell my soul to the Devil. He came and took it when I looked the other way. Turned the blind eye to the path well lit, I chose the shadier ways. No, there was no contract written, between the bearded saint; the goat and me. I made no choice consciously, and the acid burning still; in me.
About The Author
Hayden Veil
In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.