=You and I=

I drew a sharp and senseless me
From deep within my dream;
Colored it mad and melancholy
So lively yet lifeless it seemed.
I fleshed him out unfailingly
Each night if sleep surrendered
To me her lonely lucidity,
So elusive when I entered,
I felt an all-pervading force
Claiming me for creation,
To wield my will at its source-
Inchoate inspiration.

Small wonder then that you wrought
This fragile, flailing being;
Tormented by your endless thought-
From a merciless mirror fleeing
Till I tired and despaired
Of screaming and the silence
You cruelly kept and never cared
To explain my whole existence.
You have made me thus, I hate you so.
Your pitiful joy and sorrow
Are henceforth mine, and mine alone. Oh,
You shall not wake tomorrow!