Everything comes with

A price.

So are the doses of amnesia.

Oblivion is a cursed gift,

However, it lets us live.

Therefore we must forget,

We must regret.

Dissolving the past,

In the oblivion, we must

Move on ahead

But what's the point?

If living becomes just

The synonym of breathing.

What to wish?

Short-lived heaven?

Or long suffered purgatory.

Is it just?

Why suffer must?

Let the oblivion dilute all.

Come, grasp, devour

Let's forget and forgive.

Vanish us into yourself.

Melt us into nothingness.