waiting the drawing of the underworld
the shadow of charon falls
the air is too thick to enter
a cataclysm is spawned into the regions of the soul
the cry of the first time
when you were free from the womb
is the same but now you are entering the night
most try to understand why they are born if they must die. life seems pointless with an end
they wonder if existence remains after death
or erebus is the final state
you knew from the beginning