“everyone gets forgotten eventually.
there is nothing
we can do
to prevent that.”

I know she’s right.
but I am still scared
of oblivion

Where would you be off to
when this calm lake split asunder
chewed at your lungs, waiting a surrender
Muffled your screams as it pulled you under
Where would you be off to
housed in layers, moving as tides they wander

Where would you be off to
When snakes crawled out in hunger
Gnawed at your skin, turning it to bright umber
feasting you slow waiting for spiders to plunder
Where would you be off too
hollow of your bones deep in their slumber

Where would you be off to
Chased by bullets too many in number
Stabbed at your being, hitting like thunder
Gushing out blood your legs as they lumber
where would you be off to
choking on roses, taken away in a dumper

Where would you be off to
Lost as a hopeless bird's tiny youngster
Open wings turned on by the blue yonder
Sleeping in bushes, stealing from a monger
Where would you be off to
lying awake somewhere here under

The world turn grey
As a turmoil of whirlwind
Builds within me

My soul quite frail
Must exit the building

Is it a dream?
Or was it reality?
There I lay
While I stood looking at me.