Before The Devil Knows I'm Dead

Before my skin turns like that of an eskimo's, will make sure that in order are all my affairs. But will matter not of my demise or end, will be only Lucifer who cares. Morbid melancholy moves Marc's motions motionless ‘til I have to move. Made deal with Prince of Darkness to be the greatest poet alive with only my soul to lose. After achieving said status, figured out an escape clause from my evil contract in my head. before the last breath, last heartbeat, I willed my soul to my daughter before the Devil knows I’m dead!

 - by the Greatest Poet Alive