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