this infection

No one wants to buy my soul,
there is no price that they will pay.
No one knows how deep it goes.

Inside of me there is a hole
that withers, rots, and then decays.
No one wants to buy my soul.

Ravens, blackbirds, rooks and crows -
nothing keeps the birds at bay.
No one knows how deep it goes.

I've nothing left that can be sold.
No one knows just what's at stake.
No one wants to buy my soul.

I go barefoot when it is cold
to focus on a different ache.
No one knows how deep it goes.

I'm 29 and I am old.
Now everybody looks away.
No one wants to buy my soul,
no one knows how deep it goes.