Last sights of mine

Falling falling falling,
like a stone into a stream,
i try to call for help,
but no-one hears me scream,
darker darker darker,
the lights are going out,
and still as scared as i am, i still cannot shout,
down down down,
like a neverending stairway,
until finally i land, amongst the flames of hell, to spend eternity in torture, death and satan await for me there,
sitting and smiling, upon a black chair,
i wish i could've changed.