Lead Me Through Oblivion

As dusk embraces the sky
grieving images draw closer
from the fevered night
and reality's cold hand
touches the strings of my heart
luring out the silent cries
from the mist of language.

And into the world
this poem shall soar
to utter my deep suffering,
to make you understand:
we are all a different branch
swaying in every directions
in the forest of life,
yet
the Moving Force is the same!

And I see things that I should not see,
tragedies of mankind, fruits of the Sorrow Tree.
I see the marching men dressed in black,
the legion of doom they are of the dead
moving forward at His will,
ready to burn Life's domain.

Oh, alas!
Balm to my eyes were
the sweet dreams of children,
the wishes of their hearts
that we will become a better kind...

But now,
my visions are sown with dust
as my soul weeps with the moon
up above

And I see flowers,
innocent petals scattered on
blooded razor wires
dear hopes of our transpiercing tomorrow
torn one by one
and into the hands of death
they are fallen...

And I see
the mothers endless tears pouring
as they pray
to touch Faiths impenetrable veil,
trying to change the course of their cruel fate
to bring back the sparkles of their eyes...

Oh dear night,
this unholy pilgrimage I can no longer take!
Oh, harvest these reverberating dreams,
the mournful echoes of my conscious mind.
Lead me through oblivion
and blind me with ignorance
for it seems this is the only way to happiness...