A reinterpretation of A Psychoanalysis of the End of the World Part ...

Here I am.
Here are my dreams.
My dance is mine
of control,
of my world.
All of you
are the cages of my depths
and you are my souls.
You occupy me.
I take you,
all of you,
and make you me.
Your problems are mine.
You control me.
The more I resist this,
the more I toil.

I have taken you on.
You create
the rhythm of my revolution...
What revolution?

You spin and you spin,
I've attached my very flesh to you,
and now you control me.

I scream.
I scare you.
I scare me.

I am revealed to be...
you.

and thus,
my skin is rotten,
my being is spoiled.
The sea is turning
with you in me.

Jaundiced.