Cold, penumbral, desolating. Black cacophony of
Laments in my hateful descent to the perpetual
Shadows. Heaven slowly disintegrate while the
Blackness absorbs me in its terrifying deathbed.
Around me I cannot see anything but cryptic and
Primitive scenarios of all that once was, the past.

It is turning impossible to know if I am still
Falling or something else has happened; I do not
Know if I am alive or dead; this cursed and
Exasperating doubt keep traveling across my soul,
If there is yet one in this livid corpse.

With my moribund thought in this infernal hole,
I refuse to go farther, I refuse to my existence;
There is no reason to stay in this aberrant nightmare.
My hope has been drowned, mi body was poisoned by the shadows.
Now I am part of this void, Of this sorrow, of this pain.
I am the Abyss.