I play with thought.
I play with breath.
By your dreams,
Taught.
Until your death.
I speak to you.
I serve.
Amuse.
Only in dreams.
I’m stuck.
Life without living.
Without light.
I’m struck.
Life by terror.
By tales.
Told in the night.
I suffocate,
And soon,
I will not amuse.
I will anger,
I will frighten.
I will strike.
Not when the moon shines high,
Not when the moon fondles your face.
But when the sun shines bright.
I play with breath.
By your dreams,
Taught.
Until your death.
I speak to you.
I serve.
Amuse.
Only in dreams.
I’m stuck.
Life without living.
Without light.
I’m struck.
Life by terror.
By tales.
Told in the night.
I suffocate,
And soon,
I will not amuse.
I will anger,
I will frighten.
I will strike.
Not when the moon shines high,
Not when the moon fondles your face.
But when the sun shines bright.


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