An ephemeral sense of oblivion descended upon the decadent realm of darkness,
As an ocean of sorrow and grief dissolved into the dim night sky,
And stars were obliterated by the obscurity of the infinite void.
Feeling like a tiny flower in the immensity of nightfall,
I sensed the vast darkness of the sea claiming my soul,
Unveiling remembrances as haunting, shadowed visions of my past.
Feeling no fear, I wandered into the unknown depths of the night,
My thoughts were ensnared by ghouls of the past,
Catching glimpses of horrible, ambiguous visions.
Bleeding teardrops descended from my heart,
As awkward chaos consumed my mind,
Drowning me in the vast ocean of memories.
My sacrifices lay shattered, lost to dust and decay,
In a slumber, I fell like a flower falling into a lake,
Unaware of the consequences of my anguish.
Dreaming about unrealistic expectations,
Beneath the shadows of darkness, fears and vulnerabilities blossomed in a garden of brutality and chaos,
Inside a labyrinth woven with twisted roots of dread.
When the night disclosed secrets, they became venomous and sweet,
While grotesque truths appeared beyond mirrors of hidden torments,
Shards of fractured loves were scattered and jagged in the void.
Through the dark maze, I staggered, each step sinking deeper,
Each gloom revealed wounds that festered beneath my fragile longings,
And despair suffocated me.
A faint light emerged, flickering like a dying flame at the mercy of the winds,
Pulling me closer with its eerie and unyielding spell,
With the only promise that I was going to face oblivion’s embrace.
The stars had vanished after they were swallowed whole by the void,
Leaving me adrift in the profound ocean of my tacit dreads,
And finally, the night consumed me entirely.
An ephemeral sense of oblivion fractured my heart,
Until I became nothing more than an erased memory,
Forever lost in the decadent realm of darkness.
Esther Elizabeth Racah
