Soul Poem by Martin Holm Sjölin

My soul is for sell, but who would want to buy it?
My soul is for sell, but nobody will pay for it.
My soul is for sell, but the devil turned me down.
My soul is for sell, and the fallen one is laughing.

I know you can't sell something that isn't your's.
But please. Someone please. Sell my soul.
Because I don't want it any more.
Please, help me to sell my soul.

Maybe then, I can easy the pain.
Maybe then, my life won't be in vain.
Maybe then, I can set me free.
Maybe then, I can see.