He wanted to make beautiful ribbons, he pled, he wanted to make beautiful ribbons.
He wanted to make something beautiful, he fled, he wanted to be something beautiful.
A sane person calls, they fed, a sane person eventually calls.
Screams and shouts for help, they led, relief from the terror over staring, they shed.
He needed to be something more, I said.
You instructed to be something more, I read.
I wanted to be something more, I bled.