Neither Moth nor Rust

Tired we listen to the storm, you and I The howling wind and the beating rain What does it mean to live What does it take to linger here Existence for its own sake Yet here we remain Tired we listen to the storm, you and I The howling wind and the beating rain Yet the thing we dread in the end is the absence The absence of sound that follows How do wе depart from here Whеn every withering nerve Demands us to wage this battle While still able to bleed Oh where we used to be The empty stares of distant stars Witness us Oh the absence of sound Which follows Witness us Tired we listen to the storm, you and I The howling wind and the beating rain Yet the thing we dread in the end Tired we listen to the storm, you and I The howling wind and the beating rain Yet the thing we dread in the end is the absence

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025