Perfection.

A Colourful Scene,
For Her Eyes Only,
Yet Black And White
Played The Most Important Part,
Fading Into Nothing,
Just Her Little Dream,
Curing Every Word,
Her Mind Needed To Scream,

Bare Flesh Lay Pure,
As White As The Clouds,
Only Bones Came Through,
Not Enough In Her Eyes,
A Slave Encased,
Within Blankets Of Lies,
But No One Could Hear Her,
Screaming Her Cries,

And She Had A Secret,
That No One Else Knew,
Just Her And Those Voices,
That'd Scream Black And Blue,
Because She Was Dying,
Not Naturally It Seemed,
Forced To Starve,
By Those Broken, Lost Dreams,

She Had Fallen In Love,
With The Idea Of Perfection,
To Be As Light As A Feather,
And As Thin As She Could Be,
Malnourished And Fading,
Into The Background Of The World,
But In Her Eyes,
In Her Mind,

She'd Rather Die,
Thin And Happy,
Than Live Fat
And Imperfect.