Crossroads

Once upon a time I found myself at a crossroads in my life. I met the demon patiently standing at that dark intersection He has always been here, waiting for me I had felt so entranced, so obliged by his inviting demeanor that I Found myself hastily signing away in red ink—my soul on the pale white parchment. It mattered not what pact or price, for I Would have given it away for nothing. Truth be told, I never cared about The conviction in the soul, or notion of salvation. I felt no love in the skies from above So I signed away that fictitious faith. I would rather feel something Even if it is only regret. Unafraid of whatever may be my fate I left my gods bleeding on the side of the road I burned the bodies of dread and disdain. Never again to doubt or abstain. And I knew I would be better off without— Without the guilt and inhibition Without trying to stifle my ambition No longer full of jaded hurt Free to writhe within the dirt And feel the pulsing of the earth. All my desires be gratified. All my cravings be satisfied. And come to see the pact I’ve made Between the world and myself. Nothing promised and nothing owed. Free to love, to flourish and grow Instead of waiting for death to bring meaning