Fallen angel

I'm standing over someones grave,
I read the tombstone.
To my horror i find that its my own.

A person, once a friend,
Places flowers at my grave.
Tears streaking her beautiful face.
She drops to her knees,
I find myself weeping.

"I'm sorry" I scream,
She dosn't move.
She just sits there mumbeling,
"Why did you take her? she was my only true friend...
Why God WHY?"

I try to move towards her,
Only to find my arms and legs are bound.
Out of nowhere a blood-curdling voices speaks,
"Welcome to hell"