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 will feed the
End of ends

Recursive Error

Frays of my strands
Will retrace what's left of you