PoisonShallEvanesce

Haunting the shadows like a spirit unresting, deception lingers ever near. It waits for the most vulnerable of prey, then strikes. Not to kill, but to afflict. Venom spills into the blood, spreading as it consumes the soul. Corrupted by its touch, the heart twists, writhes, and buckles. Its very form altered by betrayal's burning sting. Truths are warped into lies as trust is raped. Friends wear the faces of strangers, and those unknown become the enemy. Serpentine now is the heart and soul, mirroring that which it has suffered. But all serpents must eventually shed their skin, and all wounds that do not kill must mend. Pain may wither an

The guardian angel sits silently watching over their gift with a hand upon the hilt. A lasting vigilance kept as you lay beneath the quilt. The season shifts from the singing of birds to the whistle of winter. A shield forever raised to oppose those who would dare to enter. Your decree is their command, and only you can decide if they stay their hand. Will you ascend above your inner demons and fears, or will you fall upon their bloodied spears? Will you allow your guardian angel stand at your back, or will you cast them away in the name of pride? Will you accept your imperfections, or will they be gone from your side? Your guardian ang