Oblivion

When Oblivion worked its way out of my head and onto a blank page, I didn't really know what was coming. I had experienced something similar before; I always said that The Six "wrote itself". I was just a conduit through which the words got typed, and it turned into a novel. Oblivion was similar.

Oblivion takes us through the final moments of a life. It's not about passing away...It's about dying.


Oblivion

Walk into oblivion,
Simply disappear,
No one here to bother you,
No one will come near.

Memories that haunt your thoughts,
Which ones aren’t real?
All of them seem distant now,
Don’t trust what you feel.

Did you see the blackness,
Did you find your soul,
Did you see the emptiness,
Black as dusty coal?

Whispers barely penetrate,
Absence of all sound,
What’s the voice that’s calling you?
The source is not around.

Are you sure you’re here alone,
Can you swear it’s true,
Godly sounds that fill your heart,
Could they be for you?

Are you ready for the end,
Has your heart been pure,
Can you count yourself among,
Those in store for more?

Are you ready for the big parade,
To show them all your strut,
Do you get to Heaven now,
Did you make the cut?

You spent your life denying,
Your Creator’s will,
Do you think that you’re entitled,
To be around Him still?

Weep no more now stranger,
You only had one chance,
You never took the high road,
Just drank and smoked and danced.

Lived life for your enjoyment,
Told yourself that’s fine,
You’ll get nothing in the end,
What’s ahead you’ll never find.

What are other people seeing,
When they pass your grave,
Do they know the truth now,
That you were never saved?


Steven Pein
26 August 2003
Copyright 2003