You are my pillowcase,
And everything else would seem,
Pointless if not for you.
Strange creatures, unliving, unbreathing,
But alive in my eternal soul.
Spiral essence of rainbow colours,
I watch you through my kaleidoscope.
Inspiration you are,
No person could give the same.
Sometimes this worries me,
And sometimes this makes sense.
Moth to the flame,
I cannot give you up.
Everything I do rests upon you,
For you are my pillowcase.
