Oblivion is a state of pure, utter nothingness
Where no light is found
Where all darkness is present,
Where despair is littered over the steps and
Hope tossed out the window.
Oblivion is like a home
Without the joy and warmth.
But if oblivion hadn't been born,
Would passion have meaning?
Would conscience exist?
Would there even be a line
Between strength and weakness?
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Oblivion
ŞiirJust a timeline of what happens when I'm hit with strange sparks of inspiration during completely random times. These poems may be dark, depressing, hopeful, or even motivational. Read at your own risk, and updates, as well as the length of these po...
