Loss from Pillars by Isonomist

I feel the air leave my lungs/ and I'm cold and stuck in place/ the reaper has taken a piece of me/ the peace in me to ferry you home/ as I've crumbled to my knees, I see a vision of you that haunts me/ it's like all my memories are being used against me/ and through all the tears and moans, I can hear your ghost/ cutting clear in the back of my mind/ saying you can't bring me back
And now I have to close my eyes/ just to keep you alive/ it's the only gift left when all death does is take/ with your voice still fresh in my head/ you'll speak the words you never said/ I'm fine with the hallucinations, as long as I don't have to accept you're dead.

• Metal
• Temple