Wanderer where are you now,
Trapped another one, you did somehow.

Whispering quietly you sneak I fear,
Yet I know your footsteps, you I hear.

Following the scent like a bloodhound,
you creep effortlessly without a sound.

Yet I know your game and the lies you tell,
Poor pitiful fool with sad stories to sell.

Take what you will and dig your hole,
My death is creeping closer this I know.

For I am what was and what hasn’t been,
I am all that you haven’t and none of your sin.

I will stand here and try to cry,
yet nothing you do will break my stride.

Wanderer where have you gone,
I have just begun to sing you my song.

Soft and gentle it is you know,
yet there are hidden riddles in the words I sow.

Take what you want and leave with my soul,
Better to die now before I grow too old.

Thursday, January 14th, 2010 at 12:41 am.
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