Man Meets Abyss Just as a child is born into this world, a man meets his own abyss. Black is the clothing of a nothing man, his eyes pure peace. Let metaphysics lend you an echoing ear, and the void becomes the answer. Stalking your eternity is futile. Apathy towards the abyss becomes inevitable and darkness dies at the end of your solitary river. You may be cold in the grave, but there is no such thing as an icy blackness. Just as a child is born into this world, a man loses his immortality. The nothing man rises up, his eyes pure peace.