An Offered Hand

Malkov what are you doing to me?
All I see now is your back turned when before,
I used to see your smiling face awaiting me.

I know this darkness consumes you,
That it has followed you throughout your life.
But are you now giving up to it completely?

Was it all then for nothing,
A lie...
That I was to be your beloved, when now you can't even look at me?

When you stay silent,
After I fought so hard,
To penetrate the shadows of our heart.

When I offered you all of me,
Any comfort and light,
That would lead you to happiness.

And for what...?
To once again be turned away,
And left to echo-less halls.

What will it take for you to realize?
What will it take to get it through that thick skull of yours?
What will it take for you to once and for all open your eyes?

To see that you are such a part of me,
That I now grow ill in your absence,
That every day is a mourning without you here.

I wish I could say that is an exaggeration,
But it is not,
It is a wholehearted truth.

Not only are you giving yourself up to the darkness,
You are surrendering me as well,
For us both to become blind and completely lost to ourselves.

And as you drown under the weight of the world,
And your own sorrows,
Falling ever to the depths of despair;

I break my hand through the surface,
And offer it to you,
To pull you back to the now with me.

It stays in the dark not knowing where you are...
Will you accept it?
Or will you fall ever more, and never return?