Never thought of him being found He escaped into his world Where purification ruled, Everything was free-spirited, Perfection reigned
Pain and stress didn't existed, 'WANTED!' silent killers JoygiverΒ Β venoms - ***, drugs and alcohol were the past Flashed down the drains
Without all toxic Everything was purified No more ***** minds No more pained hearts No more stroke bringers
He felt pure but incomplete His heart and joy left They did not belong in his world Life was no more He came to my world and he was found after a long search by she he loved She had his heart and joy He felt forever complete once more
There's nothing beautiful about perfection I might say...The beauty of anything is found in flawed places...