The devil is waiting to collect
where demons dwell and linger,
awaiting each soul with a greedy flourish.
Choking on the rancid smells
as decomposing flesh covers the walls
and monsters drool over the taste.
With bloody feet staining the floor,
you walk into the Devil's trap,
knowing your fate beforehand.
The brutes and fiends, their faces hidden,
snicker and laugh eager to touch,
feeling the rush, a soul just out of reach.
Take a step back and make a decision
to hold your life in your own hands
or take a step forward to sign your fate.
The devil is waiting to collect a soul.