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Oblivion


I'm scared of Oblivion

I'm scared of giving in

I'm scared of this cold and cruel world

I'm living in


I'm scared of what is front of me

The past still haunts my memories

I'm scared of my demons

And their quest to drive to the brink

 

To the brink of insanity

Constantly driving me one way or the other

On the Balance Beam

 

It is a twisted gymnastic act

And when falling on the mat

isn’t getting to try again

But falling to black, you can't fight back

 

It’s like choking

Breath, breath, BREATH

But you can't

Cause an external force says so

 

The lump in your throat says NO

And because the lump in your throat said No

Because it says so

Then it must mean it is so

 

The future will always be cloudy

The past will always linger

The present will always doubt me

 

Hamlet was wrong

It isn’t

“To be or Not to Be”

As if it was my decision

 

A drunk driver could answer with a head on collision

Split my corpus callosum

A mind shattering division

 

See my life is full of fear and regret

I'm scared of trying and idling  

I'm not scared to die, but yet

I'm afraid of dying with life in me.    

 
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