Ęxpeł

Before
You reach
Whip at me
That noose

Luck me
I have wait
Yet a draft
To still ooze

Call me
Fur a ride
Call you my
Coat tail
Insane, as I go
By other name

How to spell
S.O.S 
Or soon
Be dead sleep
Will I lie to rest
The flames
Breath me
In the sides
Of my chest

Oh & wait,
How would I hate
For this to 
Make me 
For bait
Mistake it 
Be left to
Die, it will not
Fate in Not I

Shake me
Wake me
Mother fucker
You must hate me

Devastated by me
You in my wake
I leave

No one really
Especially for, or
Dedicated to me

So who to this
Shall it be
I put my name
To addresse