the deep sacrosanct dejection in my dark majestic love.
a blackest sightless silence smites my so soft slothful 
screams.

researching in nought-lands, the gracious lost rays of 
moon.
and wending mourner, the lightless endless aimless 
path...

with no truth and lie I think to my untruth and unreal 
exist.
with grief and tear and fear I sleep in a dreamlike bosom 

with wound and sword and blood I battle inside of me 
against myself of dead.
with no and no and no and no and not I answer the life's 
uncaused questions.

where is my lost ray?

far away I know so far away in nought...

in void, in fiction, in delusion.
in portrait, in song, in poem, in mind.

far away in me so far away in me...