The Fall of Aphonia

Distant sounds escape the void where our voices once could speak
Find escape in scars and faded souls taking form

Injecting hope to lift our heads
Forming the eyes of a sudden storm
But can we call it home?

Another breath disposed
Graves are growing closer every gust
With secrets I keep from you

Folding space as we ascend beyond
Is it the call? When do we fall?
Reborn in you

I am not among this trail of living thoughts, keeps you alone
Will we wipe these pages clean?

Losing faith in consciousness,
Now I am born in moving words
My life transcended

Folding space as we ascend beyond
Is it the call? When do we fall?
Reborn in you

The purest form of a soul is made
To count the toll of beauty's fall
The end is all I want
The Fall of Aphonia