The Bloom Of Oblivion

The bloom of oblivion flourished everywhere
The flowers of destruction and decay bloomed
They paved my way to the abyss of death I was destined to follow
Without hesitation, I followed them with devotion and sacrifice

I lost my wisdom and my resilience to embrace a doomed fate of distress
Each night had become my day, and my sun was the moon shining silvery gleams
A gloomy silence surrounded me as a funeral hymn
My withered heart was my only guide

I wept and cried to the night sky that echoed my laments
Beneath the indifferent gaze of the stars that mocked me
As if I was a miserable creature who had lost every direction
No compass was showing me the path

I was alone in loneliness and prostration
I could hear the scream of death from time to time
I knew that I was bound to despair, and my
existence had ceased
My appearance was similar to the ghouls I was encountering

I had lost everything, and nothing could have redeemed my life
No entity could ever rescue me from my obliteration
I had buried all my dreams, and no consolation could alleviate my suffering
I stared at the moon with my eyes full of tears, but nothing could have been altered

I couldn’t perceive anymore the passing of time
The graveyard where I ended up was so dreadful with its blooming flowers of oblivion
Every flower was blooming as a withered blossom
And all the trees were hollow and dead since innumerable epochs

No wish of mine could ever be granted
The bloom of oblivion was everywhere in the realm of death
And I stood still like a porcelain sculpture without blood in its veins
I had lost my soul, and my heart had withered irredeemably
Love and desires resided no longer in my heart
Since everything was nothingness, and I was a tiny part of the immense void.
Elisabetta