Pristine

With those angelic eyes, you look up and see me

Isn’t perfection just a wicked scheme?

With sweat that dries on your skin, still as sweet

Empathy in my eyes, I see the brokenness underneath

I’m here to save you! A knight in shining armour at last

Don’t worry, I’ll remove all the tragedy, fill it with only beauty

Your life is in my hands, I’ll make it shine until it’s pristine

You’re smart, but not enough for your own good, I know you need me

Take a girl, take her life, make it pristine

Remove the blood, remove the sweat, remove the tears

Remove the boyfriend, remove the girlfriends, remove that terrible phone

Clip the wings, all these unwanted things, make it pristine

A living doll she is now, but something has changed

Empathy, still, in my eyes, but in yours no longer brokenness

No sweat to smell sweetly dried on the skin,

No mouth that expresses movements that long for sin and redemption

Isn’t perfection just a wicked scheme?

A lifeless, joyless, plastic existence

But can you even call it existence, if it doesn’t breathe, is it real?

So, I put you in the ground, because the beautiful girls always fail me.