Oblivion

Life is measured in time, before it eventually slips

Like the fading last light of a permanent eclipse

As dusk turns to dark the shadows grow deeper

Past the last place of the unconscious lost sleeper

It was physically formed and then linearly aligned

But soon to be nowhere, like the passing of time

And nowhere is no place, there's nothing to share

It's not another dimension of a theory or prayer

Life slips away easily in the void of the sense-less

Into a vortex beyond any 'imaginable' consensus

Not a depth or a length from an invisible surface

Not any kind of space for an impossible purpose

It's not simple or complex, obvious or labyrinthian

It's the eternal white hole of the soul, it's: Oblivion

Purgatory's a state and it's not the perdition of Hell

Or even the sense of free falling into an infinite well

It's 'never' forever, it's an untouchable entity

Without any inkling of a perceptible identity

Life slips away constantly off an improbable edge

Into the silence of a non-place of colourless dread

It's an unseeable lightfall of inaudible sounds

And with nothing to feel, in nothing it drowns

In a crystal clear sea of a primordial formation

Far from the concept of any sentient creation

And without the imaginary line of a meridian

There is nothing at all, there is only: Oblivion

It's always for-never, it's deeper than sleep

Where everything goes the shadows can't creep

Heaven has gone and there're no angels or reaper

And no way back to find a conscious lost sleeper

Time can't elapse, therefore time has never passed

And when nothing exists the boundless is amassed

There was never a 'now', there'll never be a 'when'

For what's slipped away before will slip away again

Until every last trace of even an aura's relinquished

For in the untouchable dark every star is extinguished

When genesis is void there's just an infinity surplus

The desolate non-space of an impossible purpose

And when all has passed in a corporeal dominion

There's nothing to imagine, for all is: Oblivion...

So imagine it now, a picture in the eye of your mind

Perhaps an empty white space is the image you'll find

Imagine the nothingness of the untouchable entity

The unavoidable concept of your subliminal enmity

For beyond light is the night, a darkness like obsidian

And it's waiting for you, but it's nowhere, it's: Oblivion