Oblivion Poem by Samael Wolf

Futile reasoning in the last moments of breath
brings the calm last seconds of a life
to its eventual close, with vivid living color
flashbacks of what once was and

what could have been if
I had taken the other path,
the other choice
the short straw or the long.

Who knew it would play out like this?
Since my brain is playing this as such
do I get another chance or
is the the cosmic raspberries

throwing it all in my face to
never see or feel it again?
Am I laying my cards on the table
and folding without a fight?

I know its not a so called 'god'
doing this, thats absurd
since their god would be
nothing short of sadistic

and perverse
but then again, who knows.
The light fades from my dimming eyes
no one here to say goodbyes,
silent passage