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Perfect
Perfect human,
You are a perfect God.
I sacrificed all I had,
Still it was not enough,
My body became where you unleashed your rage,
Disappear for weeks,
And still you expect me to crawl to you.
In its embrace my skin is cold,
I don't feel so ugly or disgusting,
I am the mistake,
The neglect made me lose faith,
Wrapped in the herion coma,
I cannot feel your fist against my face.
The bruises become harder to hide,
It's okay I know you love hearing the bones snap and crack,
You smile as you leave me on the floor clawing to breathe,
I let go of everything,
My will shattered,
My dreams set ablaze,
Heart impaled by your judgement.
I wish I could be you,
Such a perfect God,
Always pure,
Never to sin,
One that silently kills me,
Needing to know happiness,
Overdosing into a deep sleep,
I am weak,
I am without pride,
Empty and dead.
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Comments
2401PenitentTangent Says:
We are all gods unto ourselves. If you idolise this person, maybe you need to take a closer look - nobody is perfect. Not at all.
Smiling Devil Says:
Everything we humans do is sinning. I don't believe in a perfect human, it would only be damn scary if there was one.
But I don't believe in a god either, a perfect being doesn't let people suffer a perfect being wouldn't do that.
About the poem: I like it very much, because it's so strong but also in a way... weak and fearing others.
mercury yume Says:
a person can be hard to see through, if they continue to pretend that they are whole, then the world sees only that, it's the same kind of mask as that of confidence or shyness, or frailty or strength.
God may be misunderstood, but that aside, a person shouldn't have a hold on anyone so strongly without also letting that person see through their mask to the truth of the imperfection underneath, only then can they be worthy of respect or the power to affect another.
The poem itself plays with the title so well, I wasn't sure what to expect when I'd read the title, and this didn't come close. You always manage to bring a lot of rawness and reality to something that at the surface is vague and 'poetic'.