Don’t go, don’t go
Don’t open a black void
Greater than the sea
The abyss to swallow virtue
To waste my love
Streets dead and hollow
I’m left wondering where you are
There will be no climbing up
No light. No soft, human touch.
Cancer of the soul
Devouring, if you go
"Devour me, if she goes."
Left dead like the moon
Left cold like the snow
Both things beautiful
Both sad on the surface below
If you go.