Time consuming entities,
crave the innocence of your acceptance.
Striving to find a flaw,
so finally, your downfall will be known.
Always pushing on, endlessly.
Looking for what will never be seen,
what will never be found,
for its existence, is futile.
Perfection, pushed to the brim,
out of reach to any who wish to attain.
And still the pressure, never subdues,
forcing all who strive for glory,
to fall before all their beliefs.
Diminishing any sense of value,
once held so close to the heart.
Leaving any, who are driven by feel,
a shallow, empty personality.
Only to become, yet another entity,
who lives only to feed,
on your innocence.