Grave Perfection

The path of perfection
Down
Heaven and Hell’s intersection
To be found
Pure and good
If I ever was
I think I should
Existence enough

* * *

The mind
Empty and blank
Such little time
Before I forsake

Blindness and ignorance
To see the truth
Why try to live
With any of you

What is happiness?
Pure and good, what fun
My mind such a mess
And the barrel of a warm gun

* * *

The heart
Love is bloody
But I was a part
Before it got sunny

My heart is an organ
Nothing lovely
If I could ignore it
Because it was ugly

Ripped and torn apart
Too loud
Beats no more my heart
We’re happy now

* * *
The soul
In a corpse’s shell
My mother holds
Before sending me to Hell

I don’t want this life
What I am, behold
Why can’t I fly?
The Abomination holds my soul

Kills it, murders it
Because I can’t be
Perfect
If I’m me

* * *

Like Winston Smith
I am the last
It
So who will blast?
To die as me
Or a correction
What do you seek?
Grave Perfection

Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.