A glaring crimson moon shines across the desolate ocean.
Upon an iceberg lay painful memories of love and the pain it wrought.
Given a heading the shadow of a man sails dead forgotten seas.
No hope.
No blue skies.
Phantoms of past forever haunt him, only to find their woes and cries falling on deaf ears.
He no longer listens because he no longer feels.
Dead inside his corpse lives on.
In this realm of nothing, he is god.
A name he forgot long ago.
A past experience torments him.
No longer is his life his own, it is merely a trinket of no value.
Bathe in the crimson reflection on the water.
In nothing, a serene end.