“The vibrant blood that pumps through the abyss
Would also want to be taken down by it”,
You’d whisper and let me at bay.
“This sap is brought together by mirth and bliss
And a little bit of the most alive and unfit”,
Your ghost now is the one to say.
“You old fool, there’s something terribly amiss
Could the firmament’s child want to split?”,
I’d mumble, falling apart like clay.
“How could c...