A Separation Of Sentiments

Isn't it all just a little overwhelming? accept my hand. 
let me guide you. accept my guidance. let me defile you. 
lead you. consume you. break you. complete you. just to 
remain. this entrance into my caring arms will leave you 
wanting nothing and end life in reverie which will not 
cease your strength to wither, intentions to fade, leaving 
you with my bond. i will nurture your ambition to be 
someone and i will nurture your imagination. just not 
enough to keep it alive. still too much to have wasted your
 time but not enough to stray from the tedium that starts 
the heart bleeding and keeps us from crossing the line. the
 line lies beyond. this whisper: officious. condone my 
malevolence. you set your bounds on everyone to ease your 
pain. i can't take your tales. your lie breaks my volition 
leaving me empty now. and now your lonely and so i enter 
into your mind again for delusions of grandeur but i won't 
stop. i'm not under your onus. isn't it all just a little 
overwhelming? it all comes down to this. a separation of 
sentiments and in choosing a path for myself it's better to
 have failed because i'm not living your lie. the footsteps
 of your lie.
You lied.