i made a pact with Mephistopheles

At the end, we’re all craved for a simple thing: happiness. I’ve been trying so hard to accept the fact that I don’t deserve to be happy, that this lifetime, my soul may have no mercy on me no matter how hard I try. I know, changing perception sounds easy, but if you’re in deep pain, you don’t even know what the perception of positivity is anymore. You simply just you. Accept you’ve changed. Accept. With only a little bit of hope, at the end of this painful road, I may find myself being content with my own pain.

The sun lights up your face this morn,
You kiss our children, love reborn.
The smell of dishes, finest cooked,
Ready to burn the anger I’ve looked.

Do you know, darling, I’ve been torn,
This path I chose makes me feel worn.
This darkness I hide, your smile I keep,
But I’m not me, just lost and deep.

So I made a pact with Mephistopheles,
Hope you don’t fall, in despair’s seas.
Next life, if chance grants me to be true,
I’d do taxes and laundry with you.

The first day of me, I wrote a tale,
Shot a screen, though it was pale.
Met a woman, fairer than you,
Yet my thoughts, darling, stayed with you.

The crowds applaud, my heart takes flight,
Wished for this moment, day and night.
My name will be in history’s book,
“Sir, yeah sir,” that title I took.

Came back to this hotel once more,
The dinner was ready, but joy’s no more.
They made the food I couldn’t eat,
They gave me things I couldn’t meet.

Oh God, darling, I miss you deep,
Are you here or there or asleep?
I search for you, yet find no trace,
I follow sunbeams, but there’s no face.

The sun lights up once more this day,
This empty road means nothing, they say.
I’ve done laundry and taxes, it’s true,
But in the end, it’s just me, just me.