Darkstrand (Hibakusha)

Creation creates a void

My hand, held to the glare of this burnt impasse
Yours, necessarily on the other side of some sickly metaxis
You're caught in stasis, matched with mine
Quantify time with meter and rhyme
To calculate a way to prove that you are alive

Isolated, trapped between a picture of you now stained on the street
Oh mother, teach me how to die

In your shadow I saw to a distant future
Your life was only a nominal fee
Singing the sound of silence, signaling the end
They took your life, mother as a pretense to pretend
The hand that feeds us sat you down
Covered my eyes, thrusted the styli
Retraced the timeline to call it suicide

Will you wait for me?

Death was the chorus, our lives framed in refrain
Softly we sing notes better sung by our dead
I'd rather sleep and see you soon
Than die alone in the wake of this nuclear catastrophe

We were meant to create
You spoke us out of nothing
Out of the chaos we've caused
Naked we came, shadows we leave

Salt of the earth: Preserve their songs
Light of the world: Burn out the shadows

Infinite echoes of stifled screams
The abyss you've created will ever stare back into me

Will you wait for me?