Demise Of Eros The Road I Tread
How can I bear it any longer?
A life wasted, buried in selfish regret
Tired of living for that which will pass away
The end of the road I tread is death and ashes
All I will be is a memory
A bitter one at that
You laid down your life so I can finally have it
That I would not waste
Another of these precious moments
On this frail and fleeting self
Unearth my suffocated will
Let me choose the path for which this life was made
