My Poetry
Oblivion
Hypodermic in my brain
I feel a little weird.
hazy purple rides again
my engine's needing geared.
Spinal column disconnected
symptoms seem quite clear.
thoughts are never recollected
oblivion is near.

Fading in and fading out
Vision seems impaired.
tongue begins to feel the drought
communication lines are shared.
Final lights-out say goodbye
last impulse on its way
there's no need for you to cry
just clasp your hands and pray.
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