Oblivion

[Onyx]

Standing at the precipice

like a moth drawn to fire

I look into the seductive void

pulled toward emptiness

it seems warm and dark

if I could erase myself

and all traces of my life

to spread myself upon the wind

to be as if I've never been

but someone may weep for me

I turn and go

and decide Death will find me

soon enough

I will not seek him out

[Brenda Starrr]

Hon, that was beautiful.