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..
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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