Oblivian

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OBLIVION

As I march into the dark
Oblivion
I call
My mind

My thoughts
Break,
Becoming
Shards of glass

Ready to
charge me,
Pierce my skin
Wherever they see fit

Cut
Deeper, and
Deeper, longer
Press harder!

But I must get up
Can't let it
Overtake me,
Again

Loneliness
Prevails
Breaks
Whatever is left of me.

I'm a shell
No insides
No thoughts
Just depression

Only a shell
Of what I used to be
A mask
Of what I was formerly

No bright light
At the end of the tunnel
Just a dark wall, in a black
OBLIVION

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