Oblivion

You have oblivion in your eyes
you never saw it growing rotten
and there is no medial compromise
you didn't fight the long forgotten

parades of sunshine in your bed
casting shadows from the sheering drape
I followed as you led
and submitted into the bubbling gape

of what would become a nightmare after
arriving in the middle of my demise
no recourse from absence of laughter
because of oblivion in your eyes.