Comrades Farewell
Silence is welcome in this dreary swell of life.
Ribcage horrors and blood-borne strife.
Safety is a dream I had, kindness is a knife.
Waking with hollowed heart, this isn't home to me.
Sleeping with eyes open, this isn't home to me.
Dreaming of somewhere far, this isn't home to me.
This shadow is haunting all my days,
an apparition watching me always.
And through the doors that once protected us.
It comes and goes.
A Voice in the dark speaks louder than words that the dead cannot sing where they sleep.
"Come back to me now, bring nothing at all,
For the dead cannot sing where they sleep."
The chemicals that spark in my heart will fade,
for the dead cannot sing where they sleep.
"Come back to me now, bring nothing at all,
For the dead cannout sing where they sleep."
