I have inadvertently given quiet refuge to the forbidden desires of a pure soul,
I have catalyzed the corruption by caution-less acrobats,
With electric hands and a caring heart-
She now resembles both the main antagonist and protagonist of my fairy tale-
I tell to myself every night before I rest to ensure sleep,
I am starting to notice that the rotting could run deep-
Into her mentality,
And deeper into her personality,
Which would neutralize those electric hands and numb that caring heart,
Her disagreeable complex would rebuke her individuality and spoil rotten her image,
She would be unknowingly a herald of normalcy,
A feverous heretic to my cause,
I would lose her to the melting pot of low youth living he high life in the middle of insecurity and ignorance.
I would close my doors to her black touch and reset the nature of my shelter.