Welcome To Hell Poem by Rob Hyden

My quilt runs deep and my conscience is stone, my panic is burning all the way to the bone.
Fighting the battle and trying to survive, it’s becoming a challenge just staying alive.
My conscience is torn with memories of sin, it’s my inner battle I know I can’t win.
As I run from my past as fast as I can, I now fight my battles with paper and pen.
Life has been hard but I never confess, the things I have done to make such a mess. 
I can’t turn back time and make it alright, it’s a moral dilemma I continue to fight.
I will pass through this world with a stain on my soul, they lower my body down into a hole.
I’m quickly forgotten and will never be missed, I’m waiting for Satan to blow me a kiss.
I see a dark shadow with a fork and a bell, he says I’ve been waiting, so welcome to hell.