Oblivion’s Temptation

Shadows surround you.

The void threatens to pull you in.

Your own thoughts taunt you,

slipping underneath your skin.

Daylight brings the drums of war,

Disrupting the tranquil haze of sleep.

Again you walk the battleground,

Entranced by the anguished, melancholy beat.

Invisible fragments of warfare drop,

Formed by voices -

articulate and broad.

Tokens of deception exploit your mind,

Contentment gone; unwillingly sacrificed.

Like an unwelcome burst of rain,

The cadence is relentless,

Its echo full of pain.

It's constricting to your lungs,

Takes effort just to breathe.

Suddenly isolation's amplified; it's suffocating.

Oblivion's temptation eclipses survival's worth,

Pure nothingness attractive;

Frigid bones ache to become one with earth.

Yet, like a rose with hidden thorns,

There's deception in the promise.

Those viscous voices in your head have never leveled,

They've never once been honest.

They don't speak of the light within your eyes,

Of the golden heartbeat in your chest.

Never once do they empathize,

knowing your path is twisted;

Distorted more than anyone could guess.

They neglect to mention

your ambition, the power in your drive.

Spitefully, they ignore the purity in your intention,

The generosity in your smile.

The storm is one of doubt,

A one sided view of a two way mirror.

Like seeing in an altered dimension;

Fogged, hazed, perpetually unclear.

It's more than chemicals,

More than synapses firing out of whack.

It's masked, desolate, merciless:

Your very own gun pointed at your back.