hand shakes and souls

a simple shake of hands human and Fire wait. what is the toll? limited bliss in exchange for your Soul. The bliss of smooth skin. All loss turn to wins. my dreams have come true though i owe it to You. but wait. Now My heart beat has slacked. Goals now blisterd and black. Mind shooken and rotten. for a moment in time i held the world, it was mine. long forgotten date where you had to clearly state "you will be draged to my gates" it's been gone far too long, my soul won't be missed. in my heart love has no space only the Gloom exists smooth skin replaced with ashen trace these hands now are reserved for Sin a hand simple hand shake turned to fear soul lost all sence of grace theres an Infernal rope from Hell, brining cutting fear of where i'm binded to dewll. How can i get out of this, this one way pergatory. wait. where is the lord my savier? I'm looking for light through this blinging brume. There is no sucess my soul has been branded, packaged and sent to hell. The hour glass of ash, it hasreached it's max. **i haven't done anything to edit this poem just want to see what people think** *also this poem is not about me, i wrotethrough the eyes of some one who has sold their soul to gain a limited time of pleasure..**