Oblivion

Oblivion:
Everybody falls victim,
Purposely or not,
Either way wounds,
Though the former blows worse.

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Does it Rain at Night?

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Does it always have to rain at night,
When I drink of my own tire,
Shallow breathing obliviously,
Eyes close lying steadily,
Vulnerable as a petal can be?

Does it always have to rain at night,
When mosquitoes start biting,
Icy air blanketing,
Shadows float around freely,
Probably laughing beside me?

It seems that skies celebrate a sacrament,
Boxing me out for the fun of it,
In moments of my rehearsing death.

But to hell with all the storms,
I deter to get offended.