Here I walk to the valley of death,
smelled so bitter....
it took my breathe.

Darkness creeps, faster towards me.
Depression worsen, so much tragedy.

Blood drips from my smile....
My numbers in, Clocked & Dialed.
File my sins, for I shall pay.
Hell awaits, those dark
burning gates.

Goodbye, I shall give you my
last
My last piece of happiness and heart.

Bobby Roberts

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-to-far-2/