The best part of my life is in the past.
I have nothing to look forward to.
All of my hopes and dreams are gone.
All I have left are despair and apathy.
And while it's not so hard to accept despair,
sometimes apathy is difficult to maintain.
Sometimes desire is just too strong.
It's then that I must turn to oblivion.
And so I drink from the Waters of Lethe.

I'm just one of the fallen leaves lying on the ground.
I'm just one of the fallen leaves waiting to be gathered.
I'm just one of the fallen leaves waiting for the fire.
Waiting to be cast into the lake of fire.

Edited 5 times by MSebring Feb 23 14 6:48 AM.