I want to devourer each and every dying star that once thought itself eternal until my lungs turn stellar and my breaths fill the obscure void between them while I reborn between murmurs questioning:

Do you feel full now? Are your insides growling still? Is your shadow brighter than the abyss of your heart? And do you no longer hear your heartbeats rattle on the recesses of your soul like the moans of a caged animal on a moonless night?