When the Devil Asked me Questions

Sweet Kati, why is your face
Bloody, black and blue?

I fell down the stairs
And crashed on a concrete floor.

Dark angel dearest, do you lie
To the Lord of the Flies?

It’s none of your business
What tales my tongue tells.

I keep and eye on you night and day,
You think I do not see?

I don’t care what you see
It’s none of your concern.

Of course it’s my concern,
Your parents make for you a living hell.
That’s my domain, my profession
They dare to think they can rival me.

And why are you telling me?

I want to make a deal with you
Give me what I want
And when your parents die and come to me
They will feel torment as none have before.

And what do you want of me?
My ever-lasting soul?

No, that thing’s so shattered
It would scar even my tough skin

Then what could you want?
What could a girl like me give?

It’s very simple really.
All I want is to see you smile.

Smile?
That hardly sounds fitting.

What can I say?
Sometimes even Satan
Hates to see a sad face