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Unfamiliar stone of gray marked beginning and end of day |
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Reality sinks like an anchor in water |
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My body can't stop shaking, convulsing |
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This is tragic and sickening |
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This is The Quiet Disconnect |
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No father should ever have to bury his son |
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Every breath exhaled leads me closer |
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But I'm starting to panic |
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Because I am finding it hard to grasp and comprehend that no ink could spill from this pen |
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And meet the words to send, to tell you I can't exist if you're non-existent |
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Find your home in the sky to rest your soul |
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Even if your voice won't move past your lips, I know we'll speak again |
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And though I know you've died, I swear to god to try to keep your memory alive |
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We all flirt with death but feel like were invincible |
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Until one moment defines that we could be the next |
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Is there a point in drifting through life when everything I love will pass, decay, and die? |
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My face is the pale-white of your skin, my lungs have no breath to be held from within |
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I just want to know you're safe and sound, not just a body beneath the ground |
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Oh god, I fear certain death and the end of day |
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But what I fear the most is who you're going to take away |
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If there has to be a beginning, then I want you to show me the end |
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Fire spreads but I won't let it burn this bridge |
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To give them life when my friends are dead |
