October 12, 2011
I play with thought.
I play with breath.
By your dreams,
Until your death.

I speak to you.

I serve.
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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