aware of everything,
helpless from it all
am i not involved
in the life i was once flourishing from?

i see the sky,
i see the stars,
next i see darkness,
feeling cold from it all,
only hearing the chatter of people no so far away.

in my head they're possibly smiling,
from seeing me going so far away,
on a boat rocking gently with
mr charon chucking loudly;
knowing i won't see another better day.

thinking to myself,
“do i still have a heart whilst so still from being touched by death's fingers?”
because my heart is beating fast,
with each stroke the boatman takes.
how far would i go away,
from the life i once knew so well?

oh, how i wish i can return,
back to the undead!
is it still possible,
after what it seemed like i had been rowed on for so long?

i hope it is,
i hope i can still be alive
to feel the rush of passion all through my veins,
to feel the heat of it all.

"mr boatman, please take me back," i begged;
"i will live a life so full, you would wish you were human."
he smiled eerily, with a tooth or two,
"you don't belong there,
you belong here,
with the dead,
the heartless,
the cold.
can't you see you've cause enough up there?
can't you see you belong down here?"

he shook his head,
rowed further,
hushed me once more,
and to the horizon we went.

with my face gone from this earth,
only distant memories remained;
with my soul undertaken,
i was gone far away.