My body sweated like monsoon rain.
My body ached with poisonous pain.
My mind in hell and no longer sane.
On a dirty bed i did lay.
My lips moved but no words i could say.
I knew my soul was on its way.
Outside the sun did comfortably shine.
For its rays my bones did painfully pine.
I knew my body was at the end of the line.
Then i heard a ghostly voice.
Saying where i was going i had no choice.
I begged to be beside my departed wife Joyce.
Then no more the ghostly voice did talk.
Along a dark road i seen myself walk.
From then on my soul the devil did stalk.