Perfection

Perfection in silence alone.

I hold my tongue

Waiting to atone

For all the sin and aggression

Happening in my mind alone.

Perfection is silence

When you want to scream,

It is sobriety 

When you want to drink.

Perfection is peace

When you want to scream,

Your heart over nothing

For no reason.

Yet it seeps 

Out of you like a heap

Of suffering

I want to drink

I want to eat

And fill the hole inside me

I want to yell

And fight and scream

At the emptiness 

Around me.

But crying solves nothing.

-- BlackFox