You can’t see me,

But I see you.

I hear your plea,

But here’s what I’ll do.

I’ll take your soul,

Your conscience too,

That’s my goal,

Here’s my cue.

I’ll sneak under your covers,

As your breathing persists,

Like tangled up lovers,

Half-bad artists.

As you wake up,

You don’t feel a thing,

But soon you’ll realize,

You’re missing something.

_What’s going on?_

You scream out loud,

I simply yawn,

How I’m so proud.