Hello, my name is perfection.

Hello, my name is perfection
and I’ll tell you about the days I won’t let happen
at least for a while
from the morning songs of death by asphyxiation
and the warm clothes from the dryer
by the fire you did not light.

Hello, and here’s the story of how I
fucked up the beautiful ending
to a sad story we did not write
by that hospital bed.

A girl in a long dress by the roadside
called for the keys to heaven and hell 
but was given an axe instead.
A boy with 17 bullets through 
his chest stole half a world’s hearts
because his stopped beating at number 5.

Both sides are prone to excess 
and so I learned from the best.

Last night, an angel in ribbons puts you in chains. 
She doesn’t see you escape, so her duty must be done.
A week later, she tastes your blood in her coffee.
She adds sugar. 

A month ago, a spree killer.
A year ago, a pop star.
Tomorrow, your mother.

All given days like doses of 
bleach and things just seem 
cleaner, don’t they? 

Author's Note

I may continue this in the future.