The distance between us is certainly
the most unintentionally malevolent thing in the universe.
No comfort can be found
within the cold arms of those monolithic miles.
The cruelest curse god bestowed upon us when we dared to sin
was the ability to miss a touch you've never felt-
and long for a voice you've never heard-
to fall in love with people you'll never meet-
and places you'll never go-
to obsess over things that'll never happen.
The only love we know is unrequited,
and solitude is our closest companion.
This is the carnage of our reality.
We have worn our voices raw screaming each other’s names towards the heavens.
We sing this dreadful dirge in memoriam Of all of the dreams that will never come true.