Five AM and the world is asleep
But sleep is for those who aren't
In pursuit of beautiful perfection
I will be perfect
Perfectly skinny
Perfectly beautiful
Lips and belly untainted
By anything except water and air
As a dying butterfly beats in my chest
As the room sways and spins and pulsates
As the bitter cold tears through to my bones
I pull myself out of the softness of sleep
And drag myself onto the bathroom's scale
Seventy two
Two pounds closer
to perfection
A cold sweat breaks out
when I step off the scale
My stomach feels like
It's slowly dissolving
In a vat of pure acid
Somewhere along the line
In search of my perfection
I've fallen into a nightmarish
living hell of an existence
Author notes
lyrics number two
A contest entry
- Lyrics! by Mistress Masquerade.
900 points, ended August 31, 2008, 9 entries
Honorable mention
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great and super unique take on the lyrics, I had to go back and check to be sure which one this was about. I am impressed. thank you for entering.
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