Weight of the End

I feel the silence come

In rooms I now detest

The chill of the touch

In infinite night

I thought I had it

One life

One fear

Too much to handle/for one to handle

Too much to take

I held it as my own

And took for granted

What I "knew"

Come inside

To what the darkness pushed away

Set out to find me

The cold of the thought

In infinite touch

The switch gets thrown

What are we missing here

What have we been told

We must be the shield

And not the sword