I Sold My Soul To the Devil

I'm in Hell because I sold my Soul to the Devil last Halloween. Now I'm in more torment than anybody has ever seen. I sold my Soul to the Devil to save my son. He accidentally shot himself with my gun. He thought the gun was a toy and his life was slipping away fast. Satan said that if I didn't give up my Soul that his life wouldn't last. The Devil wasn't joking, what he said was a cold hard fact. It took less than five seconds for me to sign his contract. Now my skin is burning, the pain is unbearable but I also feel joy. Yes, I'll burn for all eternity but at least I was able to save my boy. Knowing that my son is alive and well makes my torment worth while. It's strange because I'm in unbearable agony but I still have a smile. (This is a fictional poem)