Labyrinth

how do you stop dreaming about someone your not even intentionally thinkin about? I find my mind becomes a toy at her whim. a simple glance finds me stuck in a labrynth born only in the mind that brings her to be, a labrynth built only to destroy the greatest of men in its twists, turns, and exquisite curves. her whims only a figment of the labrynth god presents to me as my living hell for I awake and wish to make my torturing so. the angels ready envious heart with jealous gaze as they are apparent in this search to make my heart whole. my plea's fall upon deafened ears and my heart becomes self-inflicting only to leave me at the mercy of another in my pursuit to find an end to this dream of a labrynth.