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I'm nothing short of perfection,

my death has become my resurection

and it's a vision I can't resist,

like the touch of your fingertips.

Your words carress me like a lover's whispers.

My sins are those I lick from the edges of you skin

and I know hell has never felt this good.

My verses aren't those of the bible

and even God can't save me now.

I'm falling even more in love with you

and my wisdom is beyond the obtrusity of the moment

but I just don't care

because that's the way I want my life to be.

I never thought I have the strength to carry on,

but my past is something which by-gone.

Now I live in the glory of your call

and  know I'll be there to show how much I care.

I was born to make you happy

you take away the mistakes that haunt my visions and make me something

that's nothing short of perfection.

I should have chosen freedom

but my cage is within you.

The whispers aren't those from the living

and my nightmares aren't that forgiving

but I am who I am

because you created the wonder I have always feared

and I don't want to wait for my life to be over

before I can be all that my dark hopes are made of.

All we have are these moments

and I know,

as I taste the forgivness of my betrayal on your lips

that I am nothing shortof perfection

...because of you...