It starts with sobbing

A long, loud sound

Crying and moaning from

Through his door

Trials and hardships

I walk through

Night visions still haunt my dark

But I laugh 

And I jump

And I’m not disturbing

Our air.

Our immortal Galaxy.

I play with stardust

But it’s hard to miss

His body among moons and stars

Limp and unmoving

I walk away, 

Along my dark path. 

I turn all around, 

Looking. Hoping. 

Why am I in this abyss?

(With him)

Wanting is all I know

It ruins my soul

All I want is to know

Past, Now,

what is to pass. 

Why can’t I act normal?

Why must I try in my solitary mind? 

I’m frantic now, 

I’m asking,

praying,

Crying into naught but dark

Who is around?

Don’t discount my 

Poor, dark soul.

I turn around and around, 

And I’m shown nothing but black stars

I sink to dirt

Am I immortally alon-

A sound. 

A cry from my past

I turn

Sound walks down a path,

And sits on my arm,

Warming my soul

I follow it, back my past

To find him again

His sound grows as I walk

And I look at him

It’s possibly a smooth trip for him.

Possibly I should join him.

So I cross his door

And I sit across from him

And I lay down.

And I cry. 

It’s us against our world.