The River Styx and Me

Charon comes his face is dead
Desperate souls cling to him like lead
Mournful cries fill the sulfuric air
Still he rows on without a care
He reaches the bank and holds out his hands
I may be here but I still have sweat glands
I search my pockets but nothing is there
It finally dawns on me I have no fare

Cerberus growls from the shadows behind me
They do it low and menacingly
He turns his hollow eyes away
And leaves because I can't pay
Stranded on the bank-a beat at my hide
All because I couldn't get a ride
I sight and stare at the bubbling river

It's not as if charons a giver
I look around and wish dante was here
At least then I wouldn't fear
So I dive in to the river Styx
The polluted waves give me feverish licks
So I swim and my skin peels away
I smell no more roses just flesh on decay

Charon looks at me a smile on his face
Its looks so unholy so out of place
Hope lifts me as he brings up his oar
But he pushes me down more-more
The gasses assault me and fill my throat
I sink to the bottom I don't float
So I swim around here my hope gone
Joining in the mournful song