Road To Hell.

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.