Fade

I long for the peace
that comes with dying:

to fade into the afterglow
of a life no longer wanted,
to settle into the stillness
and comfort of oblivion,
drifting aimlessly and endlessly
in the comfort of not being,
unaware of my awareness,
and blissful in the nothingness;

but twilight holds me captive,
and I must linger yet a while
between here and there.

Passing On

And silence,
in all it’s painful beauty,
is what will remain
when the echoes fade,
and memories with them
shall pass into nothing;
only then, and only then,
will I find my peace
and in forgetting be forgotten,
given to the Void
and to Oblivion,
only when nothing remains.

Crossing the Abyss

Dark paths I tread carelessly
beneath a shroud of falling skies,
a wanderer a world away
from where I have been
and where I am going.
There was light, once,
to guide me, to show the path
that led to the sea–
that vast expanse of the Abyss
where a man, such as I,
could be lost and forget
and forgotten be free,
cradled in the arms of Oblivion,
owing and owed to no one;
but the light, faltering,
betrayed its weakness,
for it is not eternal in its being,
and once upon the shores of Night,
all that can be seen is
Nothing.

Taking the Black

Every mountain wears down,
every storm loses its power,
every fire dies.
And I, alone in my place
have endured all that I can,
and limits have overtaken all that I am–
what’s left is not enough of me,
and all there is now is pain
and scars that are not mine;
so grant me the black,
the peace of release,
the end of eternity,
and a night in Oblivion.