There is something incomplete about everything,
As perfection is only a nightmare. Untouchable.
And when you strive, just trying to reach,
You lose your balance and tumble down.
The idea of perfection drives me to be
Above all else, flawless.
But the mirror is cracked, and my soul corrupted.
Unable to believe, let alone reach my
This failure is tormenting.
I hate everything, everyone,
As you are not perfect.
Until I reach my peak;
An untainted mind,
I'll continue tumbling down.
It won't be long until the gates of insanity
Beckon me inside.
Maybe then i'll find my perfection.