Perfection

PJfaninmaine

Perfection

Plea to free, run and hide, only to abide.
Tears only dry, baby, tears only dry.
In time of death lonely sleep follows, thinking of someone else.
Only thinking of no one or him.
Then it follows, dreams of freedom, freedom dreams.
Only dream once inside of three days.
Turning heads with more room, rooms fill.
Bodies pile to bodies of a new, a new creation, once improved.
A product of sales or stupidity, market of perfection.
Banished to an island of those rejected.
Life is planned with no questions.
Urged subside pain, feel just as bad, blossom into the sun with wire rays.
Open sensitive eyes to burn, stare into a creator of shame, of pain, of hope, of loss.
Word of the day; TRY, try for each till death ended road comes very close.
See the turn, but blind spots prevail.
Shattered mirrors focus all angels into mirrors, fall the reflection of lies, deep of one dimension.
Restricted fourth bound in three, collapse of worldly affects us all.
Folding oragami birds, who fly with effortless ease.
Reshape to shape bodies of clay into perfection.

PJfaninmaine

thanks again recon(sorry spelled it wrong last time). Deep feeling involved in those lines.