the beginnings of 'my picture perfect imagination'

picture perfect.
is everything i've hoped for.

(what else can i hope for?)

at a loss for words;
...another time
...another day
a little less than a little vague.

another choice of red or blue -
despair.

you enter my mind,
and cut like a knife.
(left hung out to dry,
and twisting in the wind.)

battered and bruised.
disgustingly guilty.

your a lie that wont wash off,
i'm a stain that wont come clean,

(i wont come clean.)

yes there's blood on my hands,
and our lies they wont come clean,

(i wont come clean.)

you, the clinically proven relief.
for my manic,
for my pain.

you are my nights shadow,
my picture perfect shadow.