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 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 the 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?