I once told you I wished you wouldn’t chase,

the path made by my footsteps as I ran away,

not to follow my feet as they endlessly tread,

places called “home” in my paranoid head,

you used to follow my eyes,

darting about the night skies,

you’d trace a pinky down my cheeks,

trails from tears deemed obsolete,

do not follow my confused insanity,

into the cursed forest of ancient trees,

I’d rather you don’t see me as I mindlessly carve,

indecipherable messages into the archaic bark,

I‘d rather that you might instead, remember times,

when I still maintained a much more lucid state of mind,

as I was back when I first asked of you

to someday cut me completely loose,

back when my feet could not yet carry through,

with the deeds that I still have to do,

do not falter in those old promises now,

you must override your heart, somehow,

you must stifle the desire you to feel,

to follow me into the darkness of Hell,

I’d rather you carry on in the warmth of the sun,

I would that you pick up, dust off and carry along,

all these times, your foolish pride,

had you believing that we were solidified,

but it’s time to defy what we feel inside,

just let go and let yourself bleed for a while,

the loss will fade eventually,

same as my footsteps into the trees,

at which you will stop any pursuit of me,

and let me self-fulfill my own prophecy.