Heatsucker

by flammeusgladius

Heatsucker

It isn’t for your blood that our guy yearns.
Oh, come into the grave – and keep him warm!
Envy is what your toasty body earns.
It isn’t for your blood that our guy yearns.
In every living heart, a bonfire burns—
And temporary shelter from death’s storm.
It isn’t for your blood that our guy yearns.
Oh, come into the grave – and keep him warm!

–Tom Riley