Did you hear a word I told you,
when I hinted at the rules?
Did you pay
attention to the detail
when we had a bit of fun?
I'm not the thing you
seek for,
but I'll bleed your every word.
I displayed your situation,
now I'll let you sink or swim.
I'll not
change the life your living,
but I'll change your point of view
For in
your bed of roses
I'll help you find the thorns.
You can't escape yourself you see
though you run a hundred years.
Tell
stories to your self though,
of the things you'd like to be
and perhaps
you can dissemble
amidst blood and sweat and fears.
In the chances that I show you
I'll not guide nor lend a hand,
but stand
and watch with faint amusement
as you stumble grope and crawl.
Ripping
your life to tiny ribbons
on the thorns of false desire.
There's no escape for me you see
as I'm trapped within my role.
But
watching your transformation,
well it helps to pass the time.
For I'm
promised dreams and vapours
and I've offered even less.
And if you pass your limits
and you yearn for days of yore.
Perhaps the
pain and hurt will teach you
that the choice was yours alone.
Did you
hear my whispered warnings
as I took away your world?
