Obsidian black; crimson red
Amidst the abyss, the souls have bled;
In shattered tears; the ticking years
Everything ought to disappear

On this empty journey, I stopped midway
To try to reminisce, to subtly replay
This sempiternal emptiness I feel
Those unheard voices I hear

Somewhere down the chasm below,
There it lies, the blackest of snow
Darkest and solitary it may seem
But peace may be found from within

This steepy cliff on where I lie,
On the very same cliff where I might die
To reminisce what happened then
I wonder if this would be the end