Creator's Oblivion

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2002

Clasped into prayer

That's been so overstated

I've bled away all else that matters

Repetitive for eternity

Is this darkness

That will consume the weak

Feed the embers of the light

Colliding inside my personal universe

Spirit's womb

Are the opposing forces

Shudder as they brush across my neck

And feed slowly off my soul

I am merely the host

To some stealthy parasite

Enveloping my whole

So slowly my desires crumble away

Into a film of dust too thin to see

My loves melts like ice

Into currents of hate

Zest disipates into nothingness

A bleak horizon

And when the breeze and the waves come

I will be torn away

Into the creator's oblivion


Author's Notes/Comments: 

The dampering of any hope

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Maryssa Bischof's picture

this is another great one that really popped out at me. i love the lines "I am merely the host/To some stealthy parasite/Enveloping my whole". masterfully written if i do say so myself.
~ryss