This void I call my heart.
It takes my dreams and my desires.
I see naught in return.

Your eyes are mirrors,
reflecting my wretchedness.
Yet still my mind stumbles after thee.

What does not exist to oneself,
cannot be seen by others. Cursed
by you. Cursed by me.

The bitterness of the road alone,
mine to bear. Even the void,
won't take this.

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Slyphian, in the year 56 MA.