Death is waiting for my soul

Death is waiting. Everyday.
Waiting for my soul to pay.
When I turn to look behind
I see him sneaking in my mind
So on my deathbed, as I lie.
He watches as I slowly die.
As I sleep, I see a grubby hood.
A tiny hint of where he stood
And feel my body's left to rot
For I sold my soul to the demon thought.

Death is watching with a stare
Standing still, just to glare
At our souls, which were before
Simple, honest and so much more.
Turning away won't do much good
Like you maybe thought it would
Because when you lay your head to rest
He creeps in and lets you breath at last
For when you're dead, you're soul can feel
The punishment of the demon deal.