Be Me, I Dare You

A warning to possession. To the demons chancing claim of skin: I dare you to take this body, and dare you to take this mind. Better yet, I beg of you, to claim each for a ride. Would you like to suffer reason? Suffer sound of self each second? Or rather suffer thoughtless sense, Even you could not have reckoned? I bare your sense to be. Aware to some degree. While others often fail to see, There's more to their own glee. Which host would you endure? A former or a latter? If not of thought you would prefer, Ignore me and my matter.