After Death

"By the power vested in me-"
those were the last words I heard before I was plunged into the dark abis of death that is now my home.
Words make no sound,
there is no wind.
you feel no movement anywhere around,
and your soul you cannot mend.
Love is a myth,
hatred is life.
Every minute you sink deeper into depression.
You cannot escape,
you cannot see.
nothing, will your fingers scrape,
this is the home of the banshee.
You think this is death?
You are badly mistaken.
No, this is hell,
this is the home you have taken.
I have resided in this empty place for so long,
I have no voice.
It is my fault I did my life wrong,
and now I have no choice.