Waiting for Oblivion A force starting to become drown in oceans of silence around him A "time clown" Laughter, inside of his insanity grows from the halls of uncertainty
Cold waters of future's question pour from his soul Back into the already unpredictable waters of existence No boat to carry him Tight inside..his life situated like a goldfish inside a goldfish bowl Across and all over a bitter salt-drenched Soul It remains..Raining.. Waters flowing..A dark force growing Lack of relief as help through these tortuous hours His darkness cannot run from it What light that is left inside of him....the force aims to discard such
Knowing...Feeling faded from never being heard from his loud cries Those about who fail to understand why he calls them out He remains as strong as he can remain doggy Paddling Until his head is drug down and his muscles start to fail to paddle him afloat He shall keep in this cycle of pain Which is like a beautiful castle kept unvisited by a deadly and dark moat The test is "now" in such quiet and lengthy times As he copes until the answer to his shouted question arrives Through these long and untested rimes.