But you were so lonely, sitting in the café
Your face staring blankly out the window
Looking for me in my purple gown
Wanting me to walk down the cold pavement
In my bare feet; forgotten slippers at your door
Though I won't come, you wait there
Every day of every year at 4 p.m.
Wishing you'd never woken from the dream
That had you smiling, lost in my arms

I was your unknown host
You created me and did not know me
And there I lay, residing in your sleep
'This is my life', you told me, believing
That was our first chasm
I knew I would never have the heart to tell you
This wasn't real

You were locked in your dreamscape
Creation of imagination knew reality
I held you in my hands and heart and loved you, my creator
You thought I was real, that this dream was life
My kisses rejuvenated your dreary soul
Embraces tightened your hold to life
Your thoughts were focused here, not there
I knew your heart was slowing
When you slipped into death, your imagination dissolved
I dissolved

That's how I escaped
I became no more; not in your 'reality'
I fell into a peaceful void of nothingness
Though I couldn't stop your death
You were too intent on dreams, you lost true reality
Life was gone, you now lived in a place you had created
I was gone, though, and you were left with nothing
Wandering
Looking
Searching

I was left scared, knowing I had created this
Creation turned creator