The Soul Collector

He creeps within the shadows that hold him,
he hides in the creaks in floors to inside your closet.
He tricks your mind and feeds you the lies to kill for him,
He needs to fulfill his hunger and you're his next meal.
You can try and not listen to his whispers in your ear that tell you
" kill for me, kill for me, kill for me, kill for me, kill for me"
You can try ignoring him, but every time you do that you will just aggravate him even more.
He will grab you from your slumber and leave you with claw marks from your face to your ankles.
He'll tattoo the number 666 on you as he owns you.
You're his slave,
you can never escape his shackles and chains.
You made your deal with him and signed your name on the dotted line as it was written in blood, you shook his hand, you only thought of all things he could offer you now you must pay your price and all it cost was your life.
Your blood is in his hands, it don't matter if you stay alive or not your job is to collect for him.
To take all the unfortunate souls that didn't have a chance,
But of course you don't care about them do you? You do your dance with the devil while you get paid by the reaper who watches over you as he smiles with the yellowist and biggest grin.
Now you tell me if your pride is worth him finally killing you once you tell him you can't take it anymore?.