The light went out,
All is so dark,
There is only the hissing of silence
That the acute would mark.

The white noise of darkness
Matches with the clinging hollow of the emptiness
That rapidly hurries to strain 
The closing breath of the breathlessness.

Switching on the button
Of the fading rays is meaningless.
The shameless senselessness has cast the 
Most common bragging harness.
 
Snaky grins and false pushes
Are the deserts where the thirty hopes to find bliss.
But the wise leaves all to embrace the void
To be, at last, the winner of the long-coveted
Light of uttermost perpetual darkness.