I've sold my soul

I've sold my soul

I've sold my soul to the Devil
And now he is coming to collect it
He always appears at night
And mostly unexpected.

A glimpse, a shadow on the door
blink, a rimple in the floor
A ghost, an image or a face
On the ceiling or behind the lace !

I can not run,
I can not hide
So stay with me,
Troughout the night !

June, 3th 2002 by Gimycko