The Retracer

Do you want to see the root of the end?

There’s a part of you

In the strands you choose

A path you’ve left

To retain what’s you

Through the rot and truths

All are intertwined

Slim chances to

Infect their

Cracking

Fragmented

Entropic

Lonely

Droning

Recursive draining deaths

Their strands to feed the

End of ends

Frays of my strands

Will retrace what's left of you