Perfect Hell

A cold chill blows through the headstones.
Naked, lost, fear sinks into your bones.
Your eyes are closed but you see everything.
Your ears are broken but your hear the dead sing.
Alone in this foreign, far away place.
Were you not good enough to find grace?
Trapped in the land where all mortals roam.
But this place is no longer for you to call home.
But flee it you can't your stuck here for now.
You'd leave if you could, but you don't know how.
A spirit, a whisper, a phantom on the wind.
the door up to heaven was shut when you sinned.
Always to know, but you can't interact.
You can't interfere now that is a fact.
Hell is a place where you burn and you roast.
But it still isn't as bad as being a ghost.