Oblivion, the calling card of reality.
Forget Beelzebub he is a fictitious fantasy.
Fear your own rationality
seeped in the acidic stench of nationality.
When the abyss is calling out your name,
and even love cannot keep you sane.
When darkness drums the path you came,
and all you know is thunderous rain.
Take solace in the seeds of destruction,
and the echoed noise reduction.
Await your inner souls instructions,
then simply shut down and refuse to function.
For reality knows the truth, your name is an empty void
of outdated functions.
Karen Hayward ©2016