a flawless life
is a life wasted
no personality
no life
no being
just eternilized perfection
there is no love
no happiness
because each is flawed
perfection is a great illusion
and a waste of time
as i sit and wait for perfection i die
because there is no such thing
perfection is a gaping hole in which
life is swallowed
a hollow hole
a cruel hole
i hope i never have to see.
i dont want to stay here and wait
wait for perfection
wait for a wasteland of harsh and ugly cold
with no emotions and no thoughts
where nothing is true and everything is fake
for nothing is flawless
even the rain.
a wasted life.
a wasted day.
a wasted memory.
so i will leave
and forge my own way
not waiting for perfection
or a flawless life.
because a flawless life
is a wasted life.