Cocytus Dwellers

There is a steel encasement buried miles beneath the earth

An elevator that drops at the grating sound of manufact leading to the world's basement

There are old ones who died along the way carving this ditch out of the dirt

Limed on the chasm like fractals

There is no way in or out the basement

Just the elevator—that or the long sleep; our bodies in deep-freeze

Tremors; the elevator dropped, carrying more of us from the holding zones

Each one of us now frozen in this hell; dreaming, disappeared and undead

Then, tremors; in a split-second, at the attic, a howling chaos

The rumble of the tempest shook the steel crawling down the shaft waking us from our soft narcosis