Devil's Puppet (Sold My Soul)

My heart speeds up,
For the chance to slow down.
I shut my eyes,
To see better ground.
If I hide my voice,
You won't have the choice,
To judge me from sound.

I run in circles,
For the chance to escape.
Selling the soul,
I pray you won't take.
Blurred as I see,
Confusion is me,
With identity raped.

Raising my arm,
I reach out my hand.
Listen to and follow,
Your every command.
I am your posession.
Your puppet of deception.
Now firm, but weakened I stand.