I can tell the difference between light and sound
Only when I'm screaming
It's dark enough to find you now
I trust it enough to lift me
As if it's where I've always lived
Giving me air as I expand and float
Giving my lungs air enough for spite
And strength enough to gloat
I can tell the difference between night and quiet
As the day tends to pull all sincerity from it rays
But all of its truth from the dead orb above in its absence
Your excuses and gravity stay there to wait
As I thrive in instinctual blindness
Could you feel the pulses of my voice?
The push of words and sounds bouncing off of your back
As the only proof I have that you're there
Only to feel them on my own skin
A lonesome return of all that could be said
Not one look behind
Your eyes stay straight and on course
As my silent shrieks come drifting behind
Until silence is the final gift I bring