Tempest

I stand before you but I don't see a face
In this space we occupy in a dangerous embrace
I could amuse myself and offer you a smile
Or I could destroy you in a twist of my disguise

I can see right through you - your eyes define the fear
Of the world we occupy, of the dangerous years
You reach to touch someone pretending to be real
Because you've fallen victim to believing what you feel

I stand before you but I don't see a face
In this space we occupy in a dangerous embrace
I reach to touch someone pretending to be real
Because I've fallen victim to believing what I feel