Weaver

Weaver
Fate’s trusted pet
Faith’s soul believer
Destiny’s simple over comer
My own over ”Achiever”

I’m sitting in their spell; I’m an over thinker and to think, now I’ve found out, they’re a natural dream weaver.
The weave that’s they’ve woken doesn’t need to be spoken. Silver strings spun so tight around me, yet you sleep soundly through the night. Even the dawn of light, can’t break it, it just forsaken it…

(More than a few years ago I gained my power, at my young age I didn’t act like a coward. I’m pretty share they can handle it; if they can get over the side effects…)
 
 Shake me, try to wake me, I feel like I’m sleep walking again. As a friend can’t you see that I can’t comprehend, what’s going on around me? Day dreaming, my inner mind is screaming as if I were internally bleeding. “Help me, see me, you need me!”
No…I don’t think so…

Common sense, the simple leading, all blocked out by mystical seeing; and all brought out by this interesting new being…
Now I’m thinking “the needy, clinging to reality, saying I’m misleading”. I push these thoughts plain through me, ghosts of the last weaving, trying to cut ribbons in to me; not wanting to leave me. They’re stuck in a loop in the past; it doesn’t even look like they’re breathing…

(… “Sprinkle the last bit of clover, now let the spell take over. Let it spread throughout your body, this isn’t a hobby, you’ve now entered a way of life…I swear by this knife, that there’s no going back now;  oh and by the way don’t ever let your guard down. Because giving them just a little slack…and they will unmercifully attack.”)

At first sight it may be a delight, I’ll protect you as long as I stand, I’ll be at your command as long as you let me be me…
(Take a strand of hair, drop it in, now you will begin to see as I see…You will see people with in…)