‘To take away a man’s soul…’
‘To take away everything he’ll ever be… and everything he’s ever been; steal away all the hurt and the joy and the life that held so many nuances of emotion. Erase every word he’s ever written. Silence the laughter and chill that which once burned.’
‘Not sure I could ever do that with any certainty, or with true conviction. Seems like it would turn us all into ghosts; what was left I mean.’ -Blabpipe
So you can see what inspired this, huh? It’s not about taking a life, as much as it is about dissolving one. The man still exists. His image carries on for a while, but the dilution is grainy like an old film. A spark here, the briefest aroma of flowers but to no avail.
In the end, we all become a ghost.