Hunger (Rökkurró)

I took your hand and cut you open. I stole your heart and drained your vessels to see if you had the will, the courage. But the hunger, the hunger we shared. My bloody hands, digging in your dark corners, finding all your demons and introducing them to mine. My sweetest spot was your weak spot. When I grew stronger you grew weaker. The blank in between two transparent faces. The rope is pulling tighter. How deep can we go before we drown? How deep can we go before we drown? How long will you follow, blindfolded?