Shai Hulud. A Profound Hatred Of Man. Hardly. Zeneszám

I am a memory, I never existed and now I am nothing
Her name, a single word melts me, takes me to the ground
Only alive, can't she see I'm destroyed by yesterdays

And do I gain?

I could only dream for chance to side with me
Inquire, ingest, implode
Let this not be the dissemblance of me
Another night with arms still empty, I'm destroyed

And do I gain
Or just fall?