One Last Gift to Oblivion

in poetry •  7 years ago 

My voice is that of whispers.
Is this truly me?
A shadow from the darkness.
Why can I not see?

No one knows the real me.
If ever that’s a thing.
What is it that drives me onwards?
Lost in placid vanity.

A blissful silence engulfs the world.
I watch it as it dies.
I hate all things around me.
The reason I don’t know why.

Am I lost within the world?
Is it lost in I?
Random thought of chaos.
Peace is where it lies.

Crumble into Oblivion.
Take me into your grasp.
Feed the hunger of the ego.
The world will never last.

Is it considered evil
If all you want is death?
I take the ego and destroy it.
As I take my final breath.

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