i seek the refuge of oblivion's embrace,
crying as so many before me did:
bliss often becomes blessing.my shade grows tired of it, slowly,
and my fragile mind feels brittle
to the misleading touch of time.in longing fields i threw my fading self,
left it to rot and wither and become
one with the warm earth beneath.in rivers of absence i drowned my self,
estranged pieces swirling in the Lethe
as the voices in the water echo.i gave it all up, many many moons ago,
this cycling chaos of emotions and
rampaging, relentless thoughts.now, i drink from the flowing tears
of ameles potamos, hoping in my
fickle hopes, i will forget.