Dots Connected

I can't stand this place,
everything's just shrinking into space
at a gut wrenching pace.
I am pulling out of this race.

I'm running out of time;
you've took what is mine,
but don't dwell on swine,
everything might not be fine.

There is beauty to be found in sadness.
Why despair into a sense of hopelessness?
Life is just as that of pointlessness.
Live at your pace and willingness

Die with the dragons,
drink strong from flagons
filled with gallons
of add-ons.

Ancient tales come from here
but nowhere near here.
Do not fear,
I love you so, my dear.

Where'd she go?
She left I know
to where, the answer is no.
The wind takes ahold and blows.