“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 cognizant haemogoblin dismiss

Heavens’s sweetest allure and whit?”,

I’d say in disarray.

“I’m no true misfit, but for a forgotten kiss,

My body trembles and seeks the hit”,

I’d glimpse depths and betray.

“The truth is the same whether you’re remiss

Or a souldier against wild wills, do admit”,

You’d say to me and pray.