A Legend Falls - 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.