Devilishly poetic devil

The option was now yours to take
It was your soul to forsake
Now, there was a deal to make

Make the deal or just don't
Hit the road and grab your coat
Take a breath try not to choke

She offered her a red hot pen
"Are you going to sign again?"
Then she winked like you were friends

With the fiery pen in hand
You made a deal for a band
"I hope that you understand."

Everything melted away
Turning not white, but maybe grey
Who are you to really say?

Found yourself up on a stage
Consumed with a hot hellish rage
Reading music off a page

"Don't you worry your pretty head
After this, I'm as good as dead."
What have you said?


The flames lick your lips
As demons take literal sips
You are just mere steps

away from the hellish flames
You only have you to blame
Shouldn't have played this game