My inner machinations dwell where fear churns the night ..
As the uncertainty of my next breath weighs heavy upon my mind ..
Where panic eclipses educated thought , the voice of reason battered , left for dead amongst the jagged rocks ...
The second of sheer terror at the thought of public engagement , the quickness of my chest wrapped in the claws of depression ...
The child forever trapped in mature armor , hands that tremor , disguised in solemn mien , a devilish lien placed against my dignity , the fog that obscures my mortal objectivity ..
Bound in rusted chains , seized in vexed emotion .. Life unreal ..

Her brown eyes crept up to me.
Delicate and wide.

I could see the love of her mother,
And pride of her father.

A universe stretched out farther then the eye could see,
Filled with shining stars,
And faceless scars.

Her stare had an ingenious beauty.
Like a meadowless daisy.

Her glare had an artless grace,
Like colorless vase.

This glow was naive from the broken lives,
Wondering on this fallen world.

This credulous light,
Waiting to be ripped by jealousy.

I almost wanted to hold her there,
Away from the horrors in life.
Far from Apollyon's hands,
Like a guardian in the night.

Her innocents daring to walk on this thin rope,
Called hope.

Then, I saw with my waking eyes.
A white aisle covered by heavens flowers,
Congregations starring at her beautiful smile.
Oh, what a lovely mile.

For, there I knew
Her life was a magnificent design-
That wasn't mine.

I let her go into the hands of the divine,
Where she waits for her Valentine.

Oh, Lord I know you will hold her tight,
As she waits for her fearless knight.