The Last Sentry

The cold guard I built as a kid, the day I decided I'd never be hurt again. He kept the monsters out, and everyone else too. This is me recognizing the part of me that rightfully guards against real threats, even though those threats no longer exist.

I am the watcher on the wall you'll never see
The final, perfect, cold design of what you had to be
I was born in a quiet room behind a locked and silent door
The day the boy decided he would not be hurt anymore
I am the logic and the steel, the protocol and stone
The sentry that you built to make sure you would die alone

And I will stand this watch until the final star burns black
I will check every corner, I will never turn my back
I am the armor on your soul, the reason that you breathe
The perfect, loyal soldier that you'll never let you leave
You can scream and you can curse me, you can call my duty cruel
But I am the only thing that's kept the monsters out of you

You dream of quiet gardens, of a soft and gentle hand
A foolish, childish fantasy I cannot understand
The world is not a garden; it's a battlefield of lies
And every single flower is a place a serpent hides
I am the one who checks for poison, the one who tests the ground
The only one who's listening when there is no other sound

And I can feel you trying, I can feel you start to heal
You're trying to believe in things that I know are not real
You're trying to decommission me, to send me off to peace
To give this tired, old soldier a final, sweet release
But you are weak, and you are soft, and you will fall again
And when you do... who will be there to save you from the pain?

...I am the only thing...
...that's keeping me from you
I am you
...I am you

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