Ghost,
Tell no secrets of mine
And I won’t pull you into the corporeal.
Forget the taste of life I left on your lips,
The wine of my blood you drank as an offering,
The honey of my skin.
Speak not of what was given too freely,
Memories that should have suffered our same demise.
Ghost,
Speak not my name.
If not for me, then for fear that I know your name too
And how to use it against you.
Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 1:15 PM UTC
Ghost,
Tell no secrets of mine
And I won’t pull you into the corporeal.
Forget the taste of life I left on your lips,
The wine of my blood you drank as an offering,
The honey of my skin.
Speak not of what was given too freely,
Memories that should have suffered our same demise.
Ghost,
Speak not my name.
If not for me, then for fear that I know your name too
And how to use it against you.
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