Friends with the Satan

 Friends with the Devil

He knows my name

When the night falls

He often whispers

-Come and join the witches

-Flying on their brooms

-Come dance in the forest

-Grab me by the horns

I turn off the lights

Ready for the bed

I hear him shuffling

Outside the front door

Asking for my advice

On sins to afflict upon

I cant tell him

Cos I'm just a fool

For all I want is

To dance with the Satan

All on my own

To be wrapped in mystery

Darkness in my soul

Turning into hell

All is over too soon

Hes off on hes way

I sit like a fool on a stool

Hes allure is great

Must be back soon again.