It’s easy to get lost in the underworld

Twists and turns lead me astray

Bloated thoughts and dark disciples there to prey

Haunting our dreams and taking our joy

Replacing our memories intending to destroy

Black skies with lightning rain down on us with blood

Demons on every corner there standing to judge

Forever trapped to complete laborous chores

Whipped down until we lay in their bones

When there is no hope left for us to explore

The king of death watches the gate from his throne

Those who succeed still cannot leave with remorse

For they carry the burden of the those before them who couldn’t atone