The final scene from "Invisible Man" by Ralph Ellison portrayed through poetry and guitar for an English call capstone project. Spoken from Invisible Man's POV  as he breaks the illusions in his life and returns to an invisible state to escape the loop of history and his given destiny. 

Lyrics for those who have asked:

“And I felt myself plunge down, down; a long drop that ended upon a load of coal and sent up a cloud of dust, and I lay in the black dark upon the black coal no longer running, hiding, or concerned, hearing the shifting of the coal” 
-Invisible Man (565)

They call me a son-of-a-bitch but I can’t hear them when I’m trapped in this dark hole
I guess there’s something comforting about being engulfed in so much pitch black coal
And it’s not because the coal stains my hands so they’re black as the room and no one can see
But because in the place away from everything I only have to listen to me    
anyway I’m tired, and I retreated back into to my mind pretty typically
and I move off over the black water to float, sleeping invisible   

And I wonder who I am

Morning never comes though great invisible waves of time flow on over me
and I awake in the darkness, steel cap high above preventing me to see 
I strike a match and fire begins to bloom to illuminate this tomb I am sitting in
If this is the vets game there is no way that I can win 
I think as I turn to see next to the burning sambo’s grin two letter lye with letters akin

If life really is a game, checkmate, I fold, go ahead and take my kings
My arms drop, unmoving by my side, no longer a brother pulling at my strings. 
yet they keep me running so I tear apart by bag of leather and I wonder whether I am my own man or just a others portrayed on me together
I collapse, beyond the point of exhaustion, my dreams I am forsaking  too tired to lift my arms that are shaking
And I fall backing into the black water to remain in a state neither of dreaming nor waking 

my eyes open to an unknown black calm where I am floating no longer 
And where I am free from the end, and where I can conjure 
My own thoughts and movements and so I can wander 
through time, invisible but away from those men who say while grinning 
That life is a skipping record and my destiny was chosen from the beginning


Cover art from : http://www.demilked.com/invisible-mans-shadows-pol-ubeda-hervas/