pursuer
[neonclan challenge]
you told me to follow
you
and you said you'd never let me
go,
only
one last time;
you were frigid stars and a greenleaf
haze i could get lost in.
(refusal, oh, and drowning in statics and monotone.)
so you
lead me
away from the noises,
to
a place far
from the eyes and the
watchers. (the war and dank, doleful
destruction)
you promised me happiness that day
if i followed you away.
so i did.