A Sequence Of Rot

Deep tragedy without relief
I'm sinking fast
With your hand nowhere in reach
We failed to meet
Unity in a common ground
Built upon empathy

And I slowly wither inward
So we can remain worlds apart

Though it may align and nearly connect
The pulse is always lost

I see you turn to me
Desperately, to fill the void
While my own ripped beyond reprieve
Bleak destiny
From what could be
If hope and trust weren't forced behind the screen

And I slowly wither inward
So we can remain worlds apart

Anxiety, mutually
Together we laid the bricks over vulnerability
Seems that we lead such different lives
And I know I'll bereave you eventually