She Is Perfection
There is perfection in the sky I have seen it.
There is purity in the sky I have felt it.
There is laughter in the sky I have heard it.
In the form of a lost child,
With that comforting feeling,
And the voice of an angel.
She hovers through the sky watching the unexpected, the vulnerable.
Her brilliant blue flames the engulf her body,
Her amazing black lifeless eyes,
Everything that can be seen is unexplainably perfect.
The atmosphere she holds around her self can calm even the greatest beast.
Her voice is one that will only be heard by the pure, the innocent, and the weak.
The only ones to see her perfection are too near wrongful death.
The ones who cant hold one any longer, or so they believe.
The ones who are willing to take their own live for easier times.
She reminds them what we all need to remember…
We don’t know what death holds for us, but are we willing to give up what we do know for it?
Are we capable of handling the shock that might be made present?
Are we ready for such a change?
Are we ready to truly die?