Oblivion

I'm already dead,
I've died a long time ago
And I'll continue to wither
With each day that flows.
I'm nothing but an empty husk
Of my former self,
Acting in concordance
With my mind's tales
Of what I was before the dusk.
But even those echoes slowly bleed away  
Facing the atrophy of time
And its trail of decay.

It's getting darker...
Soon I'll be just a shadow,
Forgotten and forever chasing...  
Running further,
Chasing an inexistent light
In an empty void,
An idea of "what it was"
With no recollections by my side.
It's getting cold...
My feet are bleeding
And yet I continue to run,
Until my senses finally erode.

Chasing... I must chase,
I must never stop.
With every drop of strength
That my body bears
I continue to crawl forward
Into the oblivion's depths,
Rubbing on the void's
Motherly embrace,
Slowly drifting away,
Into the limbo's hold
Forever being encased.