Guilt and Mutilation

All my color
Slowly fades
Life is dark and cold.
It is to me
A distant haze
Of happiness I once sold.

How could you
Let me go
This is quite unknown.
It is to me
A mystery
Not quite flesh or bone.

An evil deal
It surely was
My mind saw
Only gold.
The gold that once
Shaped my life
Into one that can't unfold.

A trade that's never worth it,
It rhymes with temptation.
Happiness is now exchanged,
Into guilt and mutilation.