Oblivion

Vacuum-sealed, the silence held him
deep within a trance. He floated,
feeling nothing, in the void that
he alone chose to create.

Secrets floated by, untamed.
Hatreds streamed away from him, unnamed.
Words were never welcomed here,
where the touch of matrix sought to bring
a rather simple understanding of the pain
that he'd been in.

No, he was a man. And the past of man
decreed that he must not ever listen
to a point of understanding. And so,
he sought the secrecy of silence yet again.

Vacuum-sealed, the silence held him
deep within a trance. He floated,
feeling nothing, in the void that
he alone chose to create.

Never closed, the case remained
a deep, dark mystery. Death,
without the feel of misery and pain,
was what he'd really sought and gained.
Oblivion became his destiny...

? Michaelette ?

7/10/2002
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