The sickeningly sweet voice of oblivion calls me, promising beautiful things.
How I yearn to fall, drifting forever in between dreams
to be able to shed the weight on my shoulders and replace it with swirling darkness.
Oblivion beckons me further and further into the blissful silence.
I know if I follow to the end of this tunnel
I will never return but the thought makes me smile.
The pain and regret washes away as
I fall into complete darkness.
Oh how sweet oblivion tastes.