The Soul Guardian

The soul Guardian watches and protects us from losing ourselves... it wraps around us, a wall so high, that we become merely copies, our existence a lie... we weave a story to explain it all, we learn to believe it, so afraid of the fall... the soul Guardian bestows upon us a favor not, for it stains the goodness and encourages the madness, forcing us into a prison from which it rots, maybe never to be risen...we smile and nod, pretending all is well, wondering if anyone sees through, we lie in wait of the warning bell...should it ring, we know just where to go, into the midst of the phony show... back to pretend and follow where it leads, the soul Guardian, to whom now controls our needs....when will we see , that the Guardian we created was never meant to be...twas born in our mind, handfed with fear, raised by suspicion and kept oh so near... the soul Guardian feeds hungrily upon the cracks of our mind, as we slowly disappear and grow tortuously blind....we worship this vice, and allow it free reign....When will we see, tis what causes the pain..