Oblivion

All I ever get are broken promises...
No one ever chooses me...
There is little reason to go on like this...
Living in such a way...
Alone.
Dead to the world.
This is no way to live at all...
Did we ever really live at all?

Cast me off into oblivion
One final time,
And I shall never plague you again.

Going back to the most ancient of places,
As I re-trace my roots
Until I finally find the true end,
There is no more room for you.

Really we are just falling,
Lying out in the rain
Cold and broken and used.

There is nothing left for people like us,
No more happy blissful pain;
Nothing aside from misery.
It is imperfect.
Unbalanced.
And I hate it.