Condemned?

Dancing corpses in the streets of Hell,
a shrieking tune puncture my ears.
And they bleed, drops falling on the icy ground,
flowers bloom and die in vain.

The fragrance of rotting flesh,
burnings flesh,
make my eyes swirl, turning inside out.

Now and forever my soul will burn,
for the sin I've committed in my sleep.
Fair? Not a chance,
but Fortune laugh in the darkness of the dying soul.
Dying from neglect.