by Cerebral Slake05 Feb 2015
Holes smoke on my chest
Dug by perfection's vengeful bullet
The illusion of my elusiveness
Made evident by the scars I touch
My elation from ducking perfection
Killed and barbecued for lunch
The arms of my beloved belong here
Where my utopia dines with my flaws
And prevails in serendipity
And hearts joined by its claws.
Perfection found me again, clad in a mask.
Perfection, found me again clad in a mask.