Your Gargoyle
I do not believe love conquers all
But it certainly quiets the discomfort
The pain of knowing that one day
It will all be over
That one day your vision will darken
And the sounds will soften
When it is over
I wonder
Who will watch you die
Or rather
Who will watch you live
Who will fight fatigue to stand guard
When you yourself are asleep
Who will stand guard?
