The space between us
echoes.

The sound traverses the heavens,
and returns to me
in hell.

A lost note,
waiting for twin lips to hum its tune.

A grand spectacle
of feelings that are lost
in the Lethe.

The river now at my feet,
a remedy to the heat you cast upon me.

The only oasis
offered to me
is oblivion.

I drink it in,
swallow the bitterness,
until your name
goes numb on my tongue.

As a child, I milked

cows with Harry Outerwoods --


Who remembers him?

About everything

I saw, I cry, drowning tears --


in oblivion.

A world to forget me,
A world to forget the sullen days,
Forget the days of euphoria,
The days of wild exultation.

Forget the anger that consumed me,
Forget the fallen tears,
Forget the tears that never fell,
The confusion,
The world I left inside my head.

For I live my life in a snowglobe,
Walking in circles,
Erasing my every step with falling snow.

Forget me,
Like footprints left in a blizzard,
I'm to be forgotten,
And gone by spring.

Forget me.

Just close your weary eyes
and feel the demise
become one with your veins,
as your heart drips
with transcended oblivion.

The feelings you once harboured
have now departed from the shore,
the forgotten waves
coming to an unavoidable end.