I dream to learn of things unknown.
A place so warm, dark, but cold.
Feelings, thoughts, places I've been.
Just to wake before the end.
Stories told to explain the dream,
nothing said no meaningful theme.
Happy, sad, or just emotionless;
my lifeless body without stress.
Things so fake, sworn to be real.
Dreamless nights, your thoughts I steal.
I build them up, create a vision.
Your thoughts I shape, in mind's prison.
A place you'll sit for all of time.
If I steal your dreams, then they are mine.