Can we remain what we are when the supports that hold us are no longer there? Is our reflection in the mirror still the same, when we lose what makes us? When our bonds are broken, just what is it that remains?
What does it mean to be alone?
What are we, when what we are is none? What am I when the distance between us, Can be no greater than this?

I call out to you, but you cannot hear me, and I hear much the same.
Your nothingness calls out my name.
When the channels that once tied us, now unwind. Our sounds are swallowed in Black Divide.

What are words without a heart to catch them? Incoherent whispers to the void that is. Troubling echoes from the tear that was. Heart-wrenching shouts from the pains that will be. What do these noises mean to me? We all fall in this Black Divide.

Is our reflection in the mirror still the same, when we lose what makes us? When our bonds are broken, what remains hen comfort bends and and turns to pain? What are we, when we sit wallowing in what was done?
What am I when the distance between us, breaks from and back to one?

Your nothingness calls out my name, sounds of sorrow lie in the void born where we don't collide. All is lost to Black Divide.