The Guardian

Moonlight on my face, As I retreat to a quiet place. Behind my eyes, emotions arise, Waiting to be displayed and to compromise. With this hatred of myself, self-loathing pain, For allowing a demon to dominate my frame. I am ashamed of my hideaway, And ashamed of my escape, So I listen on and on to his mental rape. [Your guardian, your savior I have been for many years.] He touches me harshly and ignores my submissive tears. And he laughs because he knows, It is him I once again chose. [You are too weak to perish, but not good enough to save. I am your controller, your murderer, the one you are destined to crave.] I know no other life; no other direction Because he is my one and only route to perfection. So he whispers: [Just close your eyes, move fast, Create a sensation that will always last. The fevered color will catch in the sun, And continue to burn long after I’m done.] So all that is left is a darkened impression, So all that is left is a sunken depression. I’m just a girl; arms, legs, torso, face, Forced to live with my reaper in a dying place. [Don’t try to run, you cannot hide; For in your mind I will forever reside. I will never leave, I will always stay.] It is a sick game that I am destined to play. He is a fatal object of my fated years, Forced to listen to his chanting in my ears; Counting footsteps and miles and hours and tears, Tainted girl destined to reside in a universe of mirrors.