Can you hear the chime of insanity on the
service of what is a repetitive resurgence
falling apart in your vision of my mistakes.

I wanted to repeat your perfections of what
was wanted to be, but I was a distorted image of
you and became what I was to inevitably  become.

Why could I not be the perfection of what you beheld.
I am now a ruination of what was perfection and consumed all .