Attempting to Ascend from the Tunnels

We watched ye try, drag the bodies to shore, to the light Vanity of vanities, leave them. I remember the beasts, with many heads Cut them off I gather knives upon me Regain composure Cave paintings, memories Unless an arrow, futile The markings appear decayed My fear somewhat delayed What doth I cleave to above? What hath become of my love? What if I never left? I hath gone, deeper.. I was, lost.. I went mad.. But I awoke I regained composure.. mine body Is still in this cave But my spirit passes through the walls