Caronte

There you are
The last helping hand
To cross the river
Where no one comes back

Price have been paid
For the one way trip

Thousands of gifts
Thrown at the abyss
Of indifference

Nothing matters
Once we are here
At the river of death
Giving our hand
To the boatman

Feeling the coldness in his bones
The decay in his smile

Yet few have fooled him
Or so they believed
With vanity
Believing that death can be avoided

But that was never true
Vanity consumes the soul
And there's no coming back

Nothing matters
Once we are here
At the river of death
Give me your hand, my psyche

Feel the coldness of my heart
Bring me some beauty in your box
And I'd may let you go back
From the river of death