she has been perfected.
nothing shall engross her more,
nothing to plague anymore,
nothing at all.

life was spent perfected.
the ins and outs perfectly regulated.
the lascivious of her ways tore the man's heart.
yet it still beats while her's is as cold as winter.
the love has departed her soul,
everything has.

winter has consumed her.
nothing left but perfection.
pure and utter perfection
to be displayed for eternity,
if only it could.

by Wibble TheFisch

Comments (1)

this is a perfect poem its great it rox