Drown The Mirage

Mon Gardien

My Keeper keeps me,

Keeps me to herself.

Despite my dwindling health,

I am never allowed to venture far,

for the further i slide away- the closer she wrings me near.

It's all in the name of my "dear",

And how i'm wild and reckless and prone to bad.

It's all done in aversion of making her mad.

I am never enough,

Her love has always been Tough.

even when she inches her hands closer to my sex.

I shove her away, asking her to stop.

She claims her insurance in this accident,

She is the victim for i hurt her,

In fact i Beat her.

My family rushing to her aid, apologizing for this sinful spawn of Satan;

Who seems to misunderstand the Rights of the Parents,

Hand-Given through the glory of God.

 I sob to myself,

Hating this violation of my body,

How must i forget this all-consuming feeling of self-disgust?

I hate myself.

All these mistaken accidents occurring far too often,

Only for my resolve to soften.

My Keeper wants every inch of my soul, i'll die in her arms;

And when i'm gone, i'll never truly be gone, for she clasps my soul tighter than my body.

-H