Follower

One by one, I do not run. My vengeance is not only forever it is patient. Time has no meaning in my hands. They hide, then cry when they find themselves found. False hope in false names, I deny their denials. Who can lay eyes upon me and believe I am a fool? The same fools that left me hanging. All conversations end the same — you are the one I am looking for. They protest till they die. My time at the end of the rope, always laid at the feet of another. I have no mercy for those that justify their acts by labelling themselves Follower. If you chose the jump, to not be alone, then you die like all the others.