There’s no light wherever
No tunnel for is this
A nightmare of darkness all
The mind sick of passion ‘o love
Is the morrow morn
To be fathomless as
This night of a travesty.

Conditioned as they were
The ups to this nocturnia
But blind they have
Decomposed into this day
For the foresightedness
Hath nothing to perceive
Beyond which exists, just nothingness.