Beyond despair,there is no light.
What remains is solitude—only solitude.

Shadows grow dense.Trees close in.The shadow of skullsdevours the heart.
Even among crowds,solitude deepens.
Even beside love,solitude prevails.

Only the cold moonpierces quietly,until solitude standsin the deepest chamber of the heart.
Sinking,sinking—to the very bottom of the bottom.
Even the bubbles shatter,together with solitude.

The hand I reach outgrasps nothing.
Falling into the void,the answer drifts far away.

From turquoise to indigo,from indigo to obsidian black—
the abyss conceives all thingsonly to crush them.

Time blurs.Meaning is lost.Light scatters.The last embers fade.
Dream or illusion—the boundary trembles.

I scream into the dark,yet no one answers.
Sinking far,whispering deep.
Freezing in cruelty,never to be undone.

Dissolving into silence,returning to the spectral black.
Solitude—distant,deep,merciless.

The abyss calls.Darkness releases.
Light and voice—all becomeshadowed black.

In the cosmic dark of solitude,I remain—alone.
A solitude named “myself.”
Endless aloneness.

Solitude sinks.Solitude speaks.Solitude returns.
It endsin solitude.