The Ultimate Guardian

 

Have you ever looked in the mirror to see a stranger look back?

His pale eyes and his hair obsidian black,

His long hands and his torturous mind,

Did you see him beg to be forgotten behind?

Of course not, not all men look like this…

Those lucky b******s their heart doesn’t hiss!

Puncture marks left on innocent necks,

Would you believe I am one with the beast?

I don’t know my purpose in life,

I don’t know why I am alive…

I don’t even know if I am a guide,

But let the little Fu**ers arrive,

I am the ultimate guardian.

 

 

 

-Dean