Perfection, an art of the elite
Perfection, the desire of many
In pursuit I am of it !
And in my path lay, the corpses of many
A lone road I thought of it to be
And so it was until my end
In the abyss was waiting, a damsel
So bright her smile the sun would lose
So dark her eyes the nights would cry.
Was she it ? I thought of her to be
The answer to perfection!!
I stopped my further quest for it
As she had quenched my thirst for it.
I laid there in her sight, till my time came
Not knowing of what lied beyond
As for me she was perfection.
Another simple corpse I became
Knowing now of those other corpses!!