All the difference in my eyes

I am protected from dead souls.
Nowhere is there that fine thread of peace than in your arms
The race to devastation was begot yet you held them at bay
Everyday, the clock counts down
We are a voice away from the ending
The nothing place that manifests from the darkest of cracks
However, a little bit comes bleeding through
There is that hole in my heart that transmits the primordial vibrations of love
from me to you to me. This makes all the difference to alleviate melancholy views
for time has no bearing on my mind when I'm with you.
It's as if I've decided that the bloom of shadows falls short of capturing the sun
spawned from your hands. 
You lit that inferno with your breath after all.
Where do you end; I begin?
A mobius existence
besides you
Thanks again for your son.
Father,
I will love you until the end of days.