Inferno

A poem inspired by the picture of Dorian gray and something I myself suffer with, Dorian gray syndrome.

as I enter my room

I I eagerly start undressing

not for a sexual purpose,

but to stare at myself

I knew it was bad 

but I was in love with myself

the more I stared 

the more fear that would

grow inside of me

I knew this wouldn't last forever 

the more I thought about it 

the more possibilities opened

I could die young,

run away before the wrinkles hit 

but suddenly a genius idea hit me 

I could sell my soul 

to Satan himself  

I could be youthful for all of eternity 

for the simple price of a soul.

Author's Note

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