I know you hate it when I watch you sleep
I don’t care and do it anyway,
You’re not aware of my stare and its just as well
My watchful gaze makes you nervous
Gives you the creeps, were your words, as I recall
I still don’t care.
Observing your eyes move behind the thin membrane
Lost in a dream, you speak foul atrocities
Fist flying in a fury of blows.
From my little lost world, I watch the fight
Helpless to end it, powerless to change the outcome
Unwilling to test fate and chance wrath
As I detest the sensitivity of purple I love yous under my skin
The ones you bring when the Demon takes control again
I prefer the sweet wine of kisses to the bitter gall of defeat
It’s no victory to lay in wait of the next skirmish
When night has fallen and Morpheus demands my sacrifice.