Hell is a bad word

We live in a world of darkness, with no despair.
Hell is around us, and we fell in the pits of the hole.
I try to escape but can't find my way out
All the tormented souls plead with me for help
The fiery pit is hot and unspoken
The souls pull and tear at me everywhere
What is a lost, troubled soul to do?
I ache for sanity, plead to free me from this eternity
Oh, God above help me free me!
I long for deliberation, and plead for home
It's so hot in here, and smells horrific
All the lost souls have tortured faces
I plead for my life, but get no response
Is anyone out there to hear my prayer?
I'm a troubled soul with nowhere to run
I'm stuck in here, and I have no gun
A lost soul forever, catered to hide
What do I have to do cry?
My soul is weak, and forever livid
My eyes are red, and now blurred
My mind is telling me that I'm insane
And I can't get off this scary train
I weep, and sigh, but not a tear runs dry
A world of darkness comes to this
I'm forever wedded in eternal bliss
I'm to walk among the dead, never free from this dread
My tortured face upon me twisted, without life's med
A horrible way to die, but I can't ask why?
Hell is back, and a ugly word it is
I did my time, and now I must take this endeavor
to never remember
A lost, troubled soul forever