Your Presence Is Non-existent

Your presence is non-existent in the rhapsody of my feelings.
You are a void in the air intangible,
I exist next to you only as black hay.
I live next to a glacier waiting for a deadly blow and the evil fate of the Titanic. I sink into the dark depths, I stop only at the bottom of the sea path.

I stay there and all the flora and fauna of the sea, my grave becomes.