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I found it.  It's mine.  And I love it with all my black little heart...

But I can never own it.

I paid for it, and you can't have it!  Isn't my sin as good a currency as any?

I gave it my passion and my sweat

It's taste still lingers in my throat.

I feel it's pressure on my chest as I close my eyes and rock back and forth...

But I can never own it.

I saw it on the path, my eyes shifted left,

And there it was.

Shiny, but not new

Tarnished and neglected,

But still wonderful.

Still powerful.

And I hold on to it tightly, stop! Stop!  STOP!!!

You can't have it now, let it stay with me for a moment,

I've traded my soul for it and I deserve...nothing.  

For in my heart, I know, that I can never own it.