Darkstrand (Hibakusha) - Silent Planet

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 frames in refrain

Softly we sing notes better sung by our dead

I’d rather sleep and see you soon than die alone

In the waste of this nuclear catastrophe

We were made to create

You spoke us out of nothing

Out of the chaos we caused

Naked we came, shadows we leave

Salt of the Earth: preserve their songs

Light of world: burn out the shadows

Infinite echoes of stifled screams

The abyss you created will ever stare back into me

Will you wait for me?