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