As you sleep

Watching over your soul as you dream,
Infecting nightmares as you sleep.
See you squirm and wrack and shake,
Laughing still in terror's wake.

Touch your cheek and watch you bleed,
Controlling your mind as you sleep.
Now your chest is wet with sweat,
And still I stay a silhouette.

I Hear the quiet bluebird sing.
Such a wretched happy thing.
Can't the night please carry more,
But no the fleeting moon is sore.

The morning light sees me weep,
And my tears heal you as you sleep.
The bluebird sings is morning dread,
And so I crush its happy head.

• On Wednesday, December 12, 2007, Trigger (110) wrote:
  
  The ending made me smile. This worries me... but you have a good piece here, the ending almost reminds me of 'Heirate Mich.' My only complaints were a couple of grammatical errors, but other than that, a good piece.
  
  
• On Thursday, November 29, 2007, Niemand (557) wrote:
  
  Awww, such an evil but sexy little thing you've got here. That's right! Good thinking when you CRUSHED the happy little fucker... Nice write.-Airi