Death of Dreams

We sat upon marble thrones

In the presence of ancient gods

And dreamed of worlds beyond our reach

In the temple of Hera, you said to me:

Dreams cannot come true

Unless they are nightmares

And pleasure only exists

To intensify our pain

To be fortunate is to survive

In a world where we are hated

The only thing worth hoping for

Is a death that is painless

Mournfully we turned away

From the beauty that could never be our own

And quietly faded into the darkness

Forgetting that the sun had ever shone

I don't want to rot alone

Dreams can be forgotten

I can't face my life alone

I never should have been here

I don't want to rot alone

I don't want to rot alone

Alone.