Sweet Oblivion Poem by DM W

Sweet oblivion:
The decadent ones among
Us party 'til dawn.
Yet their profound emptiness
Always remains. It
Can only be briefly filled
In a wanton world
That is never satisfied.

Sweet oblivion:
The Sirens constantly sing
On the modern rocks.
O their voices are so soft!
Like knives through butter.
They menacingly lure us
All ever onwards towards
Our doom. Yet the glitz
And glamour cannot disguise
The abyss that lies
Deep within each one of us.