Oblivion

There is one color
under these cold, midwinter skies,
and the gray above and the gray below
confuse the mind, and eyes–
have I been looking up or down?

Either way, I’ve found Oblivion.
In everything, there’s a spark of nothing
aching to be free.
And I refuse to bar the doors,
for there is no lock and key
strong enough to stop
Oblivion from washing over me.

Lay down in the water,
breathe it deep into my chest.
In lieu of other options,
asphyxiation’s for the best.
“Now we are free”.

Without looking, I found Oblivion.
In everything, there’s a streak of nothing
aching to be free.
And I refuse to bar the doors,
for there is no lock and key
strong enough to stop
Oblivion from washing over me.

The blood in my veins is cooling,
slowly, it stops to flow.
I don’t really want to die, but
hypothermia is such a peaceful way to go.
Any port in a storm.

And now, I’ve found Oblivion.
In everything, there is nothing
aching to be free.
And I refuse to bar the doors,
for there is no lock and key
strong enough to stop
Oblivion from washing over me.