Papa's Penny Dome

[redlepper]

i sold my soul
for the price of bad company
for what i needed at any cost
the price, a person who was lost
yet a person was made
by the slice of a blade
at the selfish holy altar

inhuman flesh, we're born to falter
and rise up to a thunderous sound
just in time to freshly run aground
elixir let us compound, let's confound
this paltry mound of stones
for beneath, are housed the rattled sacred bones
the same tale, frail, alone, lonely

if it was just this one time, only.