Darkstrand (Hibakusha) Redux

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
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 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
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 Will you wait for me?