The sacrifice was for you,
Everything that came to this conclusion,
I did in your honor and for my morals.
He does not suspect my loyalties.
In fact, I feel guilty he is oblivious.
But things have to remain the way they are,
I know I'm his beacon, his watch tower,
That accentuates endless, aquamarine oceans of doom,
With a well-lit ray shattering through the emptiness.
He, himself is the single ocean that
Yearns for a savior to shed humanity to his cold atmosphere,
Waves that chaotically chase for decades of love and safety,
He sincerely believes I bring life into the previously unseen soul.
Keeping the brute from clawing his thin, human form openly,
I torment myself, asking how long I can cloak these pretenses.
A/N: Citations: Title from Evanescence's My Immortal. It's early too really tell, but personally I think this a good poem. Please review. I'd like to know your thoughts. :D