Help Me Poem by ishmeal balfour

The Tar Pit
I'm sinking, I'm sinking,
Hell is reaching out to me.
I'm clawing. I'm struggling.
I'm screaming.
Nobody sees me.
I'm sinking.
Hell is calling out to me.
Voices swirl,
I hear my name,
I'm caught in a tar pit.
I'm sinking.
Nobody sees. Faces mock me, Swimming.
I close my eyes;
I hear the devil's roar.
I'm sinking. I'm sinking.
Why do they think
This is just a game?
I'm sinking.
I'm sinking fast.
My time has come.
Hell beckons, Hell's calling.
I can see flames.
I can feel the fire.
My ankles are caught,
There's no escape,
The tar laps at my knees.
I'm sinking.
He's dragging me away.
I'm clawing. I'm struggling.
I'm screaming.
Nobody hears me.
I'm sinking.
I'm sinking.