Perfection is a dream
By hiddendragon
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My fire has reached the sky, tonight so be it I can to this life say
goodbye,
Excitement is in my soul tonight with the vision I will with pride die
perhaps before the dark becomes light, from wasteful death I will not
hide, I will die with pride tonight or any other night,
But should I see the morning light, as a worrier I will see the dawn in
blood red a disturbing sight, but I am the one who chose this life,
like all else I must wait for a sign,
I could condemn my self, this world, this life within a blink of an
eye, regret that only in death I will find true life, I want to see the
other side,
Never would or could I take my own life, who can I thank for this
torment we call life, remind me the day I die so revenge I will seek
that night, but in death what will disguised these tears that free fall
from a bruised soul that I hide inside,
I am hopelessly confused by what is expected from you of I, do I fall
from grace like an angle to a empty place, when will you be
happy,
Am I like the man you described in a letter that came from your heart
and mind, I am tiered of a further promise of a happy life of bliss
that in legend you have to me described, they are always lies what
would it take for me to have just one peace filled night,
There is no hiding place for the mind, am I a mad man or just one with
a vision in mind, perfection is a dream of mine,
I am alive till I die, what else is there to this life.
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