Oblivion
Oblivion; the world of void Where naught remains A somber world Where silence reigns No whispered echoes No dreams defined No blurred footprints Left behind Oblivion is the First and last There is no future Nor a past Where only shadows Make a home And solitude Is here alone This void is vast And filled with grey No dawns or dusks To mark the day No state of change No flow nor flux This Oblivion Really sux
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