Low I bring you,
high upon the air I can take you,
beyond the mountain peak and beneath the dungeons of below- that is what I do.
Break you,
bend you,
torment you with my absence till your eyes turn to glass and can never awaken from my eternal brother- that is what I could do.
Joyous peace for what is but a second to your mind,
comfort to your wary body and tired soul- that is what I be.
Agony inescapable,
Regrets laid bare
Nightmares are my weapons that I will might use on you for the sin of embracing me- that is what i might be.
Relief from the grind of the physical,
transformation into the imaginary.
You may and must rely on me and depend on my embrace-
but you cannot never fully trust me, for if your mind is ill then I shall lay it bare before you.
This is what I can do, what I be- and what I am.