Peregrine

On your own, come back.
Give a call, contact.
So alive, sidetracked.
So alone, come back.
Decide.

I don't know,
What to do to show you.
It's something so old-
And its cold, like a stone.

All that's said.
All that's said, could you just shake in a lie?
With a knife in your side.

When you come back to me,
You will be on your knees with wounded hands.