oft, in the middle distance
i am overwhelmed by existence
my brain explodes in purple waves
and oblivion i crave
oblivion, my dear friend
when did our romance end?
once i held you tight
and you consoled me every night
something went wrong
in a dream i heard a song
and followed it down a street
not knowing what i might meet
and what i met i must confess
was nothing but - nothingness
what it whispers i hear not
it laughs - at what i have forgot
o if i could only sleep!
there is an appointment i must keep
beneath the mocking midnight sky
without a star, without an eye
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