“One Fare Down Under” – REVISED

I am unsure what to feel

As my spine tingles with a cold shake

My hands are shivering, and they ache

I clutch my fare in my palm with a fist

While waiting for the person called “The Charon”

Nervousness pangs in my stomach, like a quick stab to the gut

For I’ve been to Tartarus before

It’s surprisingly plain, nonchalant

Except there’s demons in every path, around every corner in every area

Absolutely none trustworthy, obviously

They casually plant themselves deep inside your mind

And affect everything about you

Your thoughts, your physical actions, your social interactions, your emotions

I have managed escaped that place, but now I must go on to the next

Waiting for “the Charon” to cast me away

Just waiting for my one fare down under