The shadows are overwhelming
She comes in the night to eat his sores
They both know the cost of this feast
The shadows are overwhelming
He comes to listen and contribute to all that has been lost
They both know the cost of this symposium
The shadows are overwhelming
She, with glazed eyes, gazes at the damaged soul that lay before her
They both know the cost of this demise
The shadows are overwhelming
He looks upon dead eyes and reaches to close them
They both know the cost of this detriment
And the night consumes them both
The serrated teeth and the crunching of bones
The images only exist in their minds, but the reverberation and the echoes of silence
Oh the echoes are REAL
