The absolution of your presence
Creates a suspended reality in my sleeping.
And perhaps this magic control over my brain
Is the tool that kept me in your life so long.

In dreams, where only my thoughts could hope for escape,
You slither into every space.
Creating a permanent cycle of absolve, doubt, regret.
You run me on a hamster wheel and watch for comedic relief.
While I struggle with our purpose
You already know the end of this saga,
But you'd rather watch me grapple under the weight of the unknown.

Tonight when I dream, I hope for free-falling and blazoned houses, while I watch through lenses as the victim.
I'd much rather fall to the demise of natural causes than of your own
Again.