Demise Of Eros Of Ages Past (solaxative)
Again I find myself losing hope.
In everything but your promises.
Without you I hate what I am.
With you I see who I might become.
Complete what you began so many years ago.
Carry on the work begun in ages past.
What I have tried is worthless.
My efforts achieve nothing.
Ashes ashes ashes.
Left alone I am dust without breath.
Blown by the south wind.
Blown into the eyes of those I love.
I bring weeping not joy.
Anger not love.
Give me this new life with you.
Show me how to truly live.
These self-deprecations are no longer worth my time.
Like a man chained to a corpse am I to my regrets.
Let the dead bury the dead.
Teach me self-abandonment.
I will not look back.
My eyes fix on the promise.
What will indeed come to pass.
The hope of ages past is mine.
