OblivionA Poem by rto all the people who saw me everyday and never did a damn thing to stop meThese silent haunting screams will never be heard you sit in oblivion and utter not a word
these hands I feel upon me are so life-like & real you sit in oblivion with a face made of steel
this razor to my wrist it's just so damn good you sit in oblivion claiming you did all you could
this full glass in my hand the liquid burns all down my throat you sit in oblivion making me a scapegoat
the cancer between my fingers going to my lungs you sit in oblivion saying there's nothing to be done
the bruises on my body so easy to see you sit in oblivion making life what you want it to be
the noose around my neck is getting tighter everyday you sit in oblivion with nothing else to say
my body in a coffin planning a funeral date you say "I sat in oblivion and now it's too late"
if only you could see these rivers running red if you weren't in oblivion you'd know I'm already dead © 2011 rFeatured Review
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Added on February 21, 2011Last Updated on February 21, 2011 Related WritingPeople who liked this story also liked..
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