Letter from the Grave

Slowly walking down the stairs
where demons build their nests
a place where God no longer cares
and unknown evil rests

there he wanders alone in pain
and never to be met
by his essence he will not regain
'cause he's a living dead

the shock it stuns, he fears the worst
his skin is rough and pale
and why this place he do not know?
when did he ever fail?

he tries to blink, because he sees
surroundings changed a bit
with another blink he's down on his knees
terror was what he met

a bleeding man from above the floor
is floating in the air
he tries to flee, but not a door
the sight he cannot bear

'cause this is he, the bloody shell
now a burning slave
a ghost from down the firering hell
writing letters from the grave