Monday, April 16, 2012

Oblivion


Oblivion

Living each day in abject fear
That this is all for nothing
Wearing the smile of a liar and saint
Would pray, but it all seems for nothing
Singing the songs of subservient souls
With refrain resounding for nothing
Drinking the spirits of pastime and numbness
Pain is displaced for nothing
Waiting for answers that never come
Questions derived of nothing


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