Sir, What Are My Orders? Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

And exactly whose orders are you looking follow?
With words beckoning beyond the echo of a tree ever so hollow
A wish for endless slaps, the love pain.
Drives one to the brink to the insanity.
And in the numbness, this flip flop of a rubber band string.
One is induced into infatuation to anyone who will deliver.
The relevant, becomes irrelevant.
You lack empathy my dear.
Please don't offer your pity or sympathy?
Because I have no commands to give.
Unless you'd be willing to jump straight off a 200 ft cliff with no parachute, or bungee-cord attached.
That's what I thought, only when it benefits.
The truest form of pretender.
Making elephant disappear from the room.
I know what you are wondering.
Oh my goodness how soon?
Too early tell, but keep ear out for the sound of that bell.
Because that will be when it is your last shot to give me hell.