you gave me your soul, but it withered away ,

Your soul is ugly.

Your soul gets mundanes to trust it.
It feeds on good people, and when all the innocence is drunk,
It breathes evil into the body.

Your soul is harsh.

It treats other people like plants.
Beautiful when thriving,
Yet when they are ugly- you throw them away.

Your soul is a coward.

It sees the gaps in people's strengths,
And then sneaks through them.
It makes them shiver in cold.

Your soul is a black hole.

It caught the light in a glove,
then pitched it away.
It's still flying through the air.

Your soul can't breathe.

It sucks up breath from the unsuspecting.
The dying are cast aside,
And thrown into the pit.

....Why is it so appealing?