Perfected

Take no notice,
Of the art that possesses my skin,
& the way its neatly carved,
This body was made to be perfected.

Take no notice,
Of the screaming that possesses my mind,
& the way it never stops,
This body was made to be perfected.

Take no notice,
Of the way this heart is broken,
& the way its always bleeding,
This body was made to be perfected.

Take no notice,
Of these words i speak,
& the way the pain never stops.
-This body was made to be Perfected-