All debts have to be paid

Coming into a room
Full of dark ciggaret smoke
A smell of rotten souls
Will hit you like a wave of cunami
Choking the air out of your lungs

It felt like everyone was already here
But then there was a sudden knock
And a presence of a beautiful soul
Sliped trough the cracks
Of the half opened door

"What is a young inoccent girl
Doing in a place like this?"
An old man behind the bar
Winked at the new guest
While polishing yet another broken glass

But the chatter died down
When she turned her face
To the distant shadows.

For the split moment
All eyes where on her and only her
Thats when a creepy smile
Formed on her angelic face

And at that moment they knew
Running would be pointless
Hiding would be just a matter of time
Before you would be found
Cause when the girl licked her lips
And whispered ever so slowly
"Im here to collect my debt"
It was already too late...