Regret, From Nothing In It's Self

The Most Sinister & The Most Serious Art Appears Before Me
The Representation Of The Most Negative Of All Acts
It Results Ironic To Fear It & At The Same Time To Worship It
But This, As The Nocturnal Flight Of The Prophet Raven
It All Most Inspiers Me Admiration...
Victims Of The Most Unfortunate Illusion,
Here I Am In Walking In A Deplorable State,
Where No One Contemplates Any Action Of Hope
Without Daring To Express The Sorrow With The Minimum Sigh
It I Coul'd Here Their Screams
Their Rending Would Make Such As Sinister Chorus
Here All The Birds Caw As Ravensof Tempest
All The Idealisms & Beliefs Are Declared Null & They Crumble
But Even In The Arms Of Its High & Dark Infinity,
My Desperation Is So Huge,
That It Prohibits Me Even The Hope It Represents
In A World Where Nothing Should Be Missed,
Except Nothing In It Self