Alight in the Aftermath

Then they came in shapes and dreams, visions wrapped in smoke and steam. Spoke to me in twisted tongues, words that burned inside my lungs. Then they came to bring the end, infiltrate and then transcend. Whispers from the dawn of time, spiritual but not divine. Where is the meaning to all that's left behind if I walk down that path? From the beginning we kept our souls entwined, alight in the aftermath. Then they came like rain and wind, flesh can't hold the truth within. There's no guilt, no one to blame, spirits travel without names. And if that flame enlightens me, will it relieve me of my needs to come alive, free from existence, escape the emptiness where I was born? They come as travelers through astral planes, diverting time. The great unravelers of all that's hidden in your mind. I lift my gaze into the fire beyond, this wondrous phase it will not last for long. Embrace this dawn like I once held you, you'll know before my time is due. Then they came at no small cost, they alone knew what I'd lost. After birth communiqué, this time fire lights the way. Where is the meaning to all that's left behind if I walk down that path? From the beginning we kept our souls entwined, alight in the aftermath.