Tell me a story,
tales about glory.
Let me see what you have to say.
And then I'll decide to stay.
Keep me engaged, what happens next?
Get me enraged, such plots at their best.
Continue on, yes I'm listening.
Leaned forward, enthralled with your beckoning.
Hold me close, cover me- I'm chilly.
It's nearing towards the end.
But your words still twist & bend.
Yet I can still apprehend.
How predictive it turned out to be.
I'm not interested in you & she.
Let me go, I'm leaving.
Confused?
You should know, I've been bleeding.
Whet happened to the bandages your comforting words brought?
Was everything all fake, meant to rot?
If that's the case then I don't have the time.
Just too busy building my own paradigm.
I'd like you to be a part of it.
As long as you're not another bandit.
Like all the others wanting to steal my treasures.
Because of them I take all these drastic measures.
So see you later, and take care.
I'm off, wandering nowhere.
but hey, you'll know where I am to find.
Just follow the trail that I leave behind.
<3