Cradle me in the arms of oblivion.
I want to know nothing.
The agony feeds the nostalgia
and makes it hungry for more...
Seep through the cracks of my barrier.
With your persistence, demolish my inner walls.
Claim me, I am yours for the taking.
I...another sin for Pandora's Box...
I awaited your arrival, As I sat here under pink cherry blossoms, and coco plumb trees.
I prayed that in this scene of serenity, you would over look me.
But...this is your soul...and where I am...
Your eye will forever know.
Perhaps someday, when the wind has spirited me away,
You will take a sip of nostalgia...
And the bittersweet taste will render you vulnerable...like me.
Perhaps then...you too will pray for oblivion...
Perhaps...