Several questions race through my failing consciousness as the sun keep fading, through the boulder slowly setting over the only source of light. This cave, or tunnel, or pit; now shrinking, may not even fit All this sorrow filled inside. One fistful at a time, I keep throwing it outside, atleast trying. They walk past me, "stomp stomp" a furtive glance then, "stomp stomp" marching feet, I wail in rage why don't they get me out this cage? Muffled screams, my throat aches hazey vision, nothing around but raze. Promises they didn't keep, broken dreams lay in a heap. Cursing the noises from Asphodel as Charon guides me to the test Persephone cries through her veil While I rest in eternal unrest