No love, no Sorrow, no Faith;
Endless night of reflection.
Questing the spiritual ocean,
Too composed to unravel.
Abandoned by the choice,
There is nihility in regrets.
Doubt in reality and realm,
Yet unfazed to unveil.
Appears dwelled in shadow,
Cradled by abyss.
Quill on futile parchment,
And mine mind Absurd.