Monday, 10 November 2014

Oblivion

I lie curled on the floor
Not in bed
Sleeping
The reason was clear
It is
Gone
An empty place remains
Where once reason stood

I close my ears
Seeking silence
Instead I find the constant noise
Too stable to be ocean
Too constant to be soothing
Filling the emptiness

I close my eyes
Seeking darkness
Instead I see
The knife gently kisses skin
Soft glow of blood rising up
Falling
Each drop shaped as a tear

I push aside the noise
The visions
Hoping for oblivion
That never arrives

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