Oblivious

I.

Years I have forgotten

Where was it all taken?

Depressed by idea

of tears of young and chaste

No meaning of this place;

a World of such disgrace

and peril on this case

We're sick of death mistake

but do more sick than death

So thee too young meaning

or know; they do hear it

Don't see you back killing 

life and thy place what not

So I forgot somehow

To turn back time thy young

II.

Suppress the guilt thou death

too sickle of the grass

Cut throat and have aghast

Blade slash and I shall pass
Thou sweat might fall; my tears,
your effort to lay waste
thou victim of display
with none body to grave
Thou soul is trapped in eyes
before I'm lost in wrath
Suppress your ghastly face
God help me be released
or I'll shut down my lips
for whips that opened lips
on skin, my many lips.

III.
Forget the sight You cast
for last won't come in next
So pray thoust self, You'll die
and breast be cut off from chest
and snakes do grind thy nest
of chicks to feed, begin
thy unholy; my sin
Thee clean this mind of mine
or I'll move such as you
a nightmare to prevent
Come back and be prepared
If suppressed shan't be locked
and depress, curse me back
I'm fond of oblivion
Trace tracks of you, then kill

©The Pink Merman

July 20, 2015

10:16 AM

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