Obliv i o n
They Say The Word
Lethe speaks of it too.
The word oblivion follows
me into the darkness.
I underestimate the power,
Yet I knew it was so powerful.
It weeps of depression onto me.
All of them sent it too me,
When I had thought it was on the
horizon of deserting.
Lethe spreads it,
As if an epidemic
Making everyone sick with melancholy.
It breaks them, when they
Fail to get repaired.
It's written on the walls,
Faces of peers, clothes, and
everywhere.
People see it yet they don't care.
And the only way to let go of
The sickness oblivion is to just
Let everything go.
But I changed
I don't trust anyone.
I'm not alone anymore,
Since I have Lethe and Death.
Things change But
I'm no longer the same,
with my disease of
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O B L I V I O N
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Oblivion
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