Posession

in a box.  i'd smother you, hold you -- keep you tightly covered.  i'd open often.  it wouldn't kill you.  you have such a beautiful flame.  when i close the lid -- you won't suffocate.  you'll be fine.  you'll be mine.  you'll like it.  i'll steal your air, your breath, your smile.  i'll wear it, i'll be it.  i can control you, but you'll not change into someone else.  i can't let you be unhappy.  i can't let you slip out.  you can't be free.  you need to stay here, wrapped in the blanket that i have stored away for you.  i have searched high and low to find you comfort.  so be happy.  i don't like it when you're unhappy.  be content in your box.  you'll be fine.  you're not wasting away.  you're still breathing.  you still have color in your flesh.  you still move.  no, you can't stop breathing.  hey, wake up.  you can't die.  hey, hey .... HEYYY...