A Sequence of Rot

Deep tragedy without relief I'm sinking fast with your hand nowhere to 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