Next stop - Oblivion

hiding in darkness behind deadly light
thoughts as only shelter not to go insane,
i cry thinking about world that has gone,
violent history - they say,
silent now in its past glory, finaly,
only cold remnant of past lies remain in our still warm hearts,
going to oblivion faster than this thought,
until the end of this last day,
day meets day,
in the night without darkness,
and the light without the sun.
i know oblivion when i see it,
even better when i dont!