| Oblivion Times like this They always come When words clog up In the decayed arteries of life Last night I wanted to see inside my flesh Inside out and outside in lifelessly devoid The blood just wouldn't come Even my own flesh won't comply I wish for my own disapperance Someone to give me a reason I can touch To make the outside world Match the way I feel inside If it's even my soul that feels this Maybe my soul and I are two seperate pieces Unable to join Or maybe one is unwilling I just want to sink into oblivion Just for a day or two Fade away into ecstasy or pain Either one will suit the day -Trinta |