Oblivion, oblivion, hope of the damned. <br /> <br />Your dark waters lap incessantly at the <br /> <br />shores of life. <br /> <br />Washing, ever eroding, until that day when <br /> <br />the body as stark and white and naked as <br /> <br />it was when it left the depths of your abyss <br /> <br />plunges headlong into your black waves<br /><br />James Jarrett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lunch-poem-20/
