Seeking Perfection

Midnight creeps so slowly,
As the moon shines high on her pedestal;

For a little girl as I,
'Tis a sight to be seen

Rusted nights,
And frothy days
slow my heart's lonely beating,
For perfection,
As well as desire
Above my protection,

The wind licks my cheek,
And bleeds through each pore in my raised skin,

Moon-
She bleeds maroon tonight,
Grimacing on the land of the lost,
And the land of the damned,

The sky's own candles shine my way,
Along the dirt laden path,

And every breath of ice
I take in,

A door opens

And the wind carries me to my desires,
But I never have encountered perfection,

But still I stare to each corner of the snowy plain,
And wonder what life would be like,
If I wandered off into the path
Of perfection

The path that will never exist.