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