I am a mouse to her,
To play with, to toy upon my
Never ending running wheel.
Will I get a time when I can just
Breath,
Relax,
Sleep
An endless moment,
I am a puppet she likes to snip at the
Strings
Life
Death
Doesn't faze her, the chase is what
Invigorates her, she has touched inside
Me, her talons gorge within taking a
Particle,
Essence,
Pieces
Of my soul and I watch and she drinks me,
I wish to starve her, to release my pain.
But she is the huntress of lost souls
This is her playground, and I am just
A rat in a maze,
That when tiresome, she will consume
That which she drinks  greedily when it our **next time to meet.