Going Home

I walk along a path of gravel
I pay the devils toll to travel
Travel down the road of
Long forgotten souls.

I'm running out of daylight hour
I will not make it home
For when the sun has set
I truly walk alone.

I walk the road that spirits stalk
When straying far from home
The farther down the path I stroll
The louder the bell toll.

I walk next to a patch of trees
And miles and miles of bones.
On every tree is carved the words
"Go home dear girl. Go home!"

The air is cold and heavy
It sends shivers down my spine
A stench in the air lingers
I hear deaths subtle whispers

It calls me to my doom. 
At the end I expected there to be
Something like nirvana or a peaceful place
But now I look down on my body from this lofty airspace

And wonder how this happened to me.
It isn't fair that I should die so young,
But so many things went awry
To put me up here in the sky.