I sharpen my knife
It’s dull from the one before you
My matches are packed
Extra wood for a bonfire
The jute rope is shedding
Making it very hard
to hide the evidence
Wrapping around your body
I cleaned out my trunk
You’d look nice inside
Maybe we can play hide and seek
I can help you
My bags are packed
I’m ready to go
I’ll come get you
when you least expect it
I’ll lead you down a new path
One filled with excitement
Mainly for me but
You’ll have some sort of adrenaline rush
With no fingerprints
Only ash
I leave nothing behind
Not even the memory of you