Oblivion Poem by Mary Champion

Oblivious!
She is oblivious to the tumult,
the ultimate storms she stirs up.
I love her.
I am insane with love for her,
yet she repels me.

If I do not erase her; remove her from my life,
she will destroy me.
Her kiss is the kiss of Death.
She is Death!
Sleeping peacefully through my torment,
oblivious as Death.

Once, before I knew her,
I thought I could see her clearly;
so beautiful!
so vibrant!
But now I have eyes to see
she is a mystery to me.
That beautiful image fades before me.
My whole being recoils in horror,
as I try to distance myself
from her merciless embrace.

She oppresses me!
I am sinking -
sinking into to the abyss.
I can no longer endure this torment;
this raging nightmare of devastation.
Yet she is unaware of my anguish.
Blissfully, obliviously, she sleeps.
Peacefully cradled in the merciful embrace of Death.

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To Summarise:
There once was a sad, deranged beauty,
who saw it as her sacred duty
to seduce every man,
as part of her plan
to destroy the whole sex with her cruelty.