There is nothing left,
nothing to hold on to,
not a place to call home,
nor a person to call friend.
Will you hand me that phone?
there is an important call I must make,
I will call death and ask for forgiveness,
eternity is such a long way…
So much time, so much to do,
lies, lies, lies, lies,
eternity is a curse,
a beautiful rose full of thorns,
it promises what you desire the most,
it gives you your worst nightmare.
Why did I accept?
Why did I have to be so… so… so mundane?
Those desires weren't needed,
it wasn't a necessity…
Yet here I am,
an immortal being,
cursed to live for eternity,
watching loved ones fade away into time,
history being made and repeated…
Love being lost.
Lost forever.
Scared of going through that again,
I become a ghost.
There is nothing left,
nothing left at all.
Not a thing left to
prove that I ever was alive.