Oblivion\'s misstress

by WolfiePuP   Dec 10, 2006


The shadows caress my lost soul into the oblivion of the void…
But all is not lost when you see HER… standing watch over the void that is hers and hers alone.
She beckons me forward and I comply as not to would anger her.
I step forward through the mist of the lost…
She has a sweet smell that I can not place as I seem to lose more of myself with each step I take.
It must be amazing? If only I could remember what that is!
I wish to know who she is??? And why she wish’s me closer???
She whisper’s sweet thing’s to me.
Thing’s I do not understand yet must here! Why is this so?

I am with her now and she truly is sweet… she want’s thing’s of me that I do not understand!
Yet everything she asks of me I give her!

I see the truth through the mist in my mind… I am HER’S now and forever! I must do all she asks of me. And I do, as I do wish to do all she asks of me.

I see the end of my journey coming now, I am home, I am happy, yet at peace.

I am ready to go now for this is something she wish’s and I will do anything she asks of me…I am hers…I am going now…to peace…to sleep…home…home…oblivion.

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