The Pompous Hunt For Perfection

Enchanted with the precarious recital, the silent sacrament Aging hastily, ignoring the cadaverous skin for imminent immaculateness Tempted to escape a few more, she refuses to be subjugated Impressed with her capacity to swindle the dim-witted, dense humanity Never staring back, only gazing onward to the day she will attain flawlessness Glorious will be that day, the idyllic rendezvous she perpetually craves Distorted perceptions nourish the wicked ploy Inside craving solace while shrieking a impassioned, clandestine plea Swirling thoughts of culpability and delight, waltzing collectively Ohh how her narcissistic scheme empowers her Ritualistic and merciless is her crime, a vain diversion Deceiving the masses, misleading her very own flesh Eating away is her soul, her essence, the pompous hunt for perfection Relinquishing tranquility to be the mastermind of an unattainable quest