Passing

For moons I've walked within the whisper of a storm
Feeling, like the foregone, that I had earned my lasting form
Though now I cannot wager that I have been the first
For the language of the life might only have been rehearsed

I am cold now in the moonlight but the sun can't rein me in
Vengeful, maddened darkness starts to erode my weathered skin
And I cannot help but fear the morning's dull rise
If in my arms lays another, my love and heart's fateful demise
I couldn't hold you if you cried; I'd have to help you find a way
But I'd be powerless again if this world harmed you anyway
If the world saw fit to claim you
What vile pities could I unmake for you
If only the world would not have us all die!

We're just passing time
But none of us know why
Am I haunted by the notion I'd survive?

Life is but a canister of gas that keeps us going
Fuelling demons in this slaking world of pain
But tomorrow above all is a brand new blinking day
And tomorrow my world won't be the same.