For days I followed
your looming shadow
stark and black
towards that shining hill,
Used me like a ladder,
climbing to that point,
as I stood below you,
silent and still.
I let you use
all of my limbs,
my body and mind,
torn and bruised
You tore away
my nerves and bits
always expendable
in your use.
You had a heart,
a cryptic mind,
my hero guiding
with his touch,
Who had a side,
of flint and still,
so dark and scary,
that I knew such.
But I never knew
what you were doing
if you asked or you stole
everything in between
As you looked past
that stormy hill
and left everything
that you've always been.
