' ' ' ' End Of Story(For Byran)

The words hunted him hunted him down. When they had captured his imagination they tamed him. Told him their dreams which they called 'Stories.' Begged him to write them. When he told them he would they let him go again (miles from nowhere) (miles from where he'd been) (miles from who he'd been) . He treked endlessly across a vast desert of blank() pages page after page. When they found him he was dead but he had somehow managed to write on stone the story that this poem unfolded. Put your ears away now. There's no more to hear. This...is the End.