Your body comforts me. It is a Willothewisp my love, but at least I would have command. I can not take this, my heart was black to all but you, and now you re dead. I need you in any form. I want you.
Separation is what permeates the fear of death.
My essence is always with you. Hovering over you and what was I of my love and perfect self, I never meant to die. It s all right, do as you wish. I want my body to be with you. They are dead as well, now bags of worthless flesh.