Silent Planet - Darkstrand (Hibakusha)

My hand, held to the glare of this burnt impasse
Yours, necessarily on the other side of some sickly meta-xis
You're stopped in stasis, matched with mine
I'll quantify time with meter, with 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 ; 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