It didn't hurt enough
To convince himself that his desire was attainable
sadness
The achievement was the requiem of the pursuit
His life work was not to attain but to
chase
never will he be as sad when dreams become fruition
His purpose--as dictated by his host--was the personification of that
Perfection
Alas, consuming lust hoped that a misplaced decimal
or a glaring oversight immortalized his love
she, the ultimate puzzle
an untameable woman whom spouts scorn and ridicule
at the the slave to her sirenic mystery
But when the algorithmic key
abrogates the enigma
you know She by name
"There is nothing more i can give my darling; you're complete"But leave your creator longing
begging for some reason or flaw with his design
to discredit the hypothesis
and bring his reason for life
Alive
No comments:
Post a Comment