A gorgeous piece by Sunsetxgerardway (hereby refered to as Sunset for simplicities sake), being a relatively dense piece being exact in interpreting is hard, but I'll do what i can.

In the first stanza we have a sense of exasperation, "scream even though they won't hear you", a person flailing for something to hold onto and horrifically mute in their pleas, it's interesting to not the lack of vitriol towards those who don't hear. They aren't bad people, they simply lack the capacity to take in what the author has to offer.

"Take my hand and don't let go
Stay and don't let me fall through
I love you more than you know"

the voice has failed and so we move into a state of tactile connection, you can't hear me, so feel me dammit...hold me and know that I am indeed here and not a phantom from the past. Along with this a plea, something desperate...PLEASE don't let me fall through, anchor me here in this moment, this holy moment with you.

From here we set up an adversarial relationship with those around us, we have the one in whom the author holds onto, a trust through which they can watch the "burning" of the ego in those around them, recognition of worth through the destruction of the Sklavmoral to create a symbiosis, something real in a world of those "in the way"

Now as the writer falls through themselves, gives themselves up in their trust to the one who felt them when they touched them...and this followed by a dichotomy again, "we are a disease", asking, is this solidarity truthfully beyond the plasticity of the world around us? Where do we go with this freedom? Getting freedom is easy, surviving it...

And finally a plea...can you FEEL it my love, can you nor hear the music in the air? The final line leaves us ambiguous, does the subject accept this risk, are THEY willing to trade their humanity as such for the magic in these moments? We never know, which is part of the beauty...this poem can be both uplifting and horrifically terrifying at the same time. very well done work, congrats.