Just Like Dorians Face. Poem by D.A. Woods

I sold my soul for eternal youth,
this young son of God,
infatuated by mirrored truth,
with every sin outlawed.
Every sin I've commited,
has distorted my being harshly,
not every hedonism act is limited,
for those of undying beauty.
Is it merely vanity, spite or curiosity,
that 4,6,8 hands lay upon this body so vengeful,
a bohemian strolls around this city,
seeking pleasures, moral and immoral.
Two sides to every coin,
two sides of every you and I,
two personalties conjoined,
two souls will have to die.