Us: Balanced Between Obsession and Revulsion

You're my everything, my soul, my love, my savior.
You're my revolver and my trigger finger.

I've adorned you with chains of silver and gold.
In worship and praise, just for your time.
I've searched your heart in vain,
Hoping to find the keys to the chains to leash me beside.
You're too good for the real world, and for those who reside.
Too pompous and arrogant, and inhumanly self-dignified.
Not even my ignorance will, ultimately, allow me, to this, to stay blind.

Your world's been buried under so many gifts.
Of fortune, of fame, of vanity.
Those around you are sickened by your name.
Those closest to you do the same.

One day it will change.
Either the gifts or time will bury your name.
Trapped under the weight of your own self esteem.
And those chains that I gave you will bind you to here.
Become rusted, hooked, and daggered, and forever will tear.

I pray that today is, the day that you die.