Down to Hell

People pass my open grave,

I listen to them talking,

I'm alive but too far gone to save,

So they all just keep on walking.

They look with pity at my face,

I stare with glass-like eyes,

Soon I know I'll leave this place,

My body left to feed the flies.

Down to hell my soul will go,

I hope I don't get scared,

But there are many people there I know,

So I think I am prepared.