Perfection III: Destruction of the Heart by Jason Branton]

 

I sit and write the day away
The pen speaks my mind
In this chair I stay
But I know when I’m at a loss for words
It’s you I must find
Love flows through my veins and leaves thru my fingertips
As my eyes study the perfection of your lips
You smile for me as you strike a pose
An inspiration for me, for a reason know one know's
Your beauty is sharp its cuts through me
My skin slit open, my heart now free
So whipe up the blood, discard the evidence
My body is falling to decadence
Perfection is the one that always kills
My blood now cold and filled with chills
Gather me up, take me to bed
Whisper to me quickly before I am dead
I’ll be back I just need to sleep
Don’t turn away if you must weep
For it is okay for perfection to destroy
All the doubts I had as a boy
You brought me love, never made me weep
Now sit by me as I begin to sleep...

 

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