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.