I am he who stands guard at the door.
I am he who shields you from impending death.
I am he who saves your soul from burning.
In the fires created by those who cannot see.
I am he who guards thee.
I am he who saves thee from the fear of losing one's soul.
I am he who keeps thy nightmares at bay.
I am he who dares the demons to come for you.
For I shall be the sword wielding warrior willing to lay down my life for you.
In return I ask for the same dedication.
I am he who watches over you while you sleep.
In order to make sure you do not fall in too deep.
I am he who stands guard at that threshold.
Letting only the doctors come and see you.
Because, my darling.
I am he who guards thee.
YOU ARE READING
Words.
PoetryThis is a book I write in to relieve my mind of the horror it creates for itself. Poems or not, they're words. Definitions or examples, they're words. My words. Read it or not, they're my words.