Literature
Beautiful Oblivion
Nothing... Nothing here but a Beautiful Oblivion.
Nothing but an inky blackness surrounds me.
I cannot feel hot nor cold, hard nor soft, nothing...
My heart aches for this nothing to lift,
But there is still a part of me that likes this Beautiful Oblivion.
There is nothing here to hurt me,
Nothing to break my heart,
Nothing to make me sad.
But nothing to bring me happiness...
No one to say "i love you"
No one to hold me...
Should i leave this Beautiful Oblivion?
Face pain and suffering once again?
Or should i stay here, secluded from the world,
And be safe from that pain that has haunted me for all my life?
"BEGONE, this Beauti