One spoonful at a time

Gently you wake me again tonight
waiting for me to kick off
warm blankets of comfort.
You have been patient
feeding me your elixir
one spoonful at a time.

In the past I have seen through your antics
ripped off your mask
to banish you everytime.
Yet you return quietly, in another garb -
using friends to hide behind
sliding in while I was dazzled by fair lights
stealing the rooms reserved for my dreams
to feed me your elixir
one spoonful at a time.

You have been waiting, plotting
to hold me once more
as I play the game of living
with you my shadow telling me
it's alright to live with you,
to live with fear.

And you continue to feed me your elixir
one spoonful at a time.