It’s desolate here

A wide expanse of gray

There are people roaming near

I hear them whisper of the gateway

Their eyes are distant, as if they were blind

They see right through you, your soul made of glass

They know it’s here they’re eternally confined

An emptiness that they know they can never surpass

A man asks if I know the Son,

His face is white, his teeth chartreuse

He says here, there’s a place for everyone,

Your lack of faith becomes your noose

I learn its rapture we’ve been denied

Some have waited a dozen lifetimes

Doomed to suffer, though untied

Unable to help their living crimes

The people are quiet, they look content

Their voices were somber as they spoke

They tell me it’s futile to repent

A nameless sin is one you cannot revoke.

It’s a never ending cycle

I want to keep my secrets and yet I can’t help but share them

Share them, contaminate them, infect, infect, infect

To you, I say

Be my solace, my haven, my palace

My secrets writhe and churn under my skin, restless and burning and intoxicating

I’m sober! I want to be sober!

Make me sober! Take my secrets! Give them back!

I’ll never speak again, my lips are sealed

I promise, I promise you I’ll never speak again

I’ll never tell lies, I’ll always keep secrets

My ferryman greets me at the shore

His hood is down, he doesn’t smile

The water is black, it paints his oar

I know he’s been waiting for a while

As I step on, the boat creaks and sways

The ferryman is silent, but he looks at me

The bodies in the water make for a decrepit maze

On the beach, they gaze from the shore at the sea

I see her standing from amongst the damned

Her face is frozen, a petrified wrath

Her blood drips down onto the sand

As she watches the water mark the ferryman’s path

The skeletons circle around his boat

It's there that they begin to recognize me

But they cannot speak for they have no throat

Their black bones writhe, a mimicry

They grasp and thrash, clawing at my skin

There are no scales, they’ve chosen the sword

A sable skull, one for every sin

The ferryman is silent as I’m pulled overboard