Oblivion
In shadows deep where time recedes,
I drift on whispers, lost to deeds.
A silent void, no stars to guide,
Just endless night where echoes hide.
The world fades softly, piece by piece,
Memories blur and voices cease.
No past, no future, just the now,
A formless space with no more vow.
Oblivion’s kiss is soft and cold,
A place where even dreams grow old.
No pain, no joy, no fear, no grace,
Just endless darkness in this place.
Yet in the quiet, something stirs,
Like ancient winds or phantom whirs.
A fleeting trace of what once was,
Before all crumbled into dust.
I once had form, I once had name,
But here, all faces look the same.
A drifting soul, a fleeting thought,
The weight of life now all but naught.
The stars above have long since died,
The moon’s pale light forever tied
To lands unknown, where silence reigns,
And emptiness flows through my veins.
Yet somehow in this hollow state,
A peace beyond the reach of fate
Begins to settle in my chest,
An endless, dreamless, weightless rest.
Gone are the battles fought and won,
The fleeting victories under the sun.
In oblivion, there is no strife,
No burden left to carry life.
The winds of time no longer blow,
No seasons change, no rivers flow.
All things return to where they’re born,
In oblivion, they’re never torn.
No more the need to chase or flee,
In this vast stillness, I am free.
The world outside no longer calls—
Within this void, I feel it fall.
And yet, despite the endless gloom,
There’s something tender in this tomb.
Perhaps oblivion’s not the end,
But where our broken souls can mend.
For in the dark, a light remains,
Not one of stars or earthly gains,
But of release from worldly binds,
A space where peace is all we find.
Oblivion whispers in the night,
A fading edge of endless flight.
Yet even here, though worlds depart,
The quiet hum still soothes my heart.
I drift on whispers, lost to deeds.
A silent void, no stars to guide,
Just endless night where echoes hide.
The world fades softly, piece by piece,
Memories blur and voices cease.
No past, no future, just the now,
A formless space with no more vow.
Oblivion’s kiss is soft and cold,
A place where even dreams grow old.
No pain, no joy, no fear, no grace,
Just endless darkness in this place.
Yet in the quiet, something stirs,
Like ancient winds or phantom whirs.
A fleeting trace of what once was,
Before all crumbled into dust.
I once had form, I once had name,
But here, all faces look the same.
A drifting soul, a fleeting thought,
The weight of life now all but naught.
The stars above have long since died,
The moon’s pale light forever tied
To lands unknown, where silence reigns,
And emptiness flows through my veins.
Yet somehow in this hollow state,
A peace beyond the reach of fate
Begins to settle in my chest,
An endless, dreamless, weightless rest.
Gone are the battles fought and won,
The fleeting victories under the sun.
In oblivion, there is no strife,
No burden left to carry life.
The winds of time no longer blow,
No seasons change, no rivers flow.
All things return to where they’re born,
In oblivion, they’re never torn.
No more the need to chase or flee,
In this vast stillness, I am free.
The world outside no longer calls—
Within this void, I feel it fall.
And yet, despite the endless gloom,
There’s something tender in this tomb.
Perhaps oblivion’s not the end,
But where our broken souls can mend.
For in the dark, a light remains,
Not one of stars or earthly gains,
But of release from worldly binds,
A space where peace is all we find.
Oblivion whispers in the night,
A fading edge of endless flight.
Yet even here, though worlds depart,
The quiet hum still soothes my heart.
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