I am the image of perfection

Laid so delicately before your hungry eyes

Taunting, teasing

Punishing your every move

Watching, calculating the time until you crush between my fingers, reddenned by your deathly struggle

Your eyes are glued open as blood fiercely throbs through your weary veins

Flesh hangs from your body

Wearied from the struggle of life

Unable to stay poised on your thin frame

There's no use in trying

When everyone's already given up on you

What's the point in raising your standards

When it's so much easier to keep things the same

I am the image of perfection

Laid so delicately before your hungry eyes

Taunting, teasing

Watching your life

Slip away