8-21-06/12-14-06(love type poem)(oblivion)

mythological creatures roam
in the between planes
where only the spacious mind
can comprehend the forethought

lost among the fluorecense light
i found the barrow of a .45
to take away this mistaken IDENTITY

lewd and promised
the wicked enchantment
scream, if it helps
although your sentence
(12-14-06) is my damnation for a time

so bring into light, my own
oblivion a theshold on my life
together we can ride the wave
as high as life will take us

but when we come nearer
to condemnation, DON'T look
to me for guidance
cause you got lost inside
my oblivion

i won't be waiting for you
when you turn around