The air is calm
around your still form
your face relaxed
still and peaceful
and I swear you are
blissfuly feeling the wind in your hair
dreaming of freedom
lounging in the grass
smelling a sweet winf
a boy
I can't help but love
when you sleep
but only then

when you awake
the air ripples
from your seeting breath
your face contorted
enraged and twisted
and I swear you are
enjoying the feel of blood on your hands
dreaming of power
stalking through the dark
sensing out your prey
a man
I can't help but fear

My tears form a flood
a torrent
that I know will mix with
your flowing anger
when you stop sleeping